Snowfall in the Human World

Fan Zhuxuan's expression turned incomparably ugly, the killing intent in him blazing more fiercely than ever. He circulated his power again and, through the seven major acupoints he had forced open, expelled every last trace of the poison Sun Tao had used to ambush him.

"Xiang Yang, you are a Xiantian Expert too, yet you joined forces with this traitor who fed on the inside to poison and murder me. You have truly disgraced your martial cultivation."

Fan Zhuxuan's earlier eruption of the Four Directions Profound Ice Force had been terrifyingly powerful. Xiang Yang had used Wind God's Leg to soar thirty meters into the air and evade it, then drifted leisurely back down, incomparably free and graceful.

Facing Fan Zhuxuan's mockery, Xiang Yang gave a cold laugh, utterly disdainful. Did the man truly think himself some righteous figure?

He was here to kill, not to spar. Taking a step back, if the other man had truly been righteous, Xiang Yang would have gone openly to Little Merchant Mountain and fought him with everything he had, leaving neither side with regrets. But Fan Zhuxuan was not.

"Enough nonsense. Your move just now was indeed immensely powerful, but that is the end of your strength. You are badly wounded as well. Surrender without resistance. Out of respect for the difficulty of cultivating your Xiantian martial arts, I will spare your life."

As Xiang Yang spoke, his voice became distant and ethereal. Combining his inner qi with the spiritual energy of the world, it seemed to descend from beyond the heavens and pour into Fan Zhuxuan's ears, carrying the utmost temptation—the temptation of survival.

*That is right. My injuries are grave now. I have already used the Four Directions Profound Ice Force and lost one killing move. I may not be this