Countless figures shot into the sky from every corner of the Heavenly Snow Sect, converging toward the mountain gate.
They were all disciples and elders of the Heavenly Snow Sect.
The three of them immediately set out as well, rushing toward the mountain gate.
Outside the Heavenly Snow Sect's mountain gate lay an enormous plaza.
At this moment, the sky above the plaza was packed solid with people.
Several thousand of them.
All wore blood-red robes that snapped and flapped in the wind and snow.
What was strange was that this army of thousands did not make the slightest sound.
They were like thousands of puppets under someone's control, standing silently as they radiated a dead aura that made hearts quail.
At their head stood a gaunt old man, his face etched with ravines and his eyes like those of a venomous snake.
The Blood Robe Sect's Blood Robe Ancestor.
Xue Binghe, the Heavenly Snow Sect Master, stood suspended before the mountain gate with the nine great elders, confronting the Blood Robe Sect from afar.
Xue Binghe's expression was incomparably ugly.
"Blood Robe Ancestor, though our two sects have old grudges, we have always kept to our own waters and never crossed paths."
"Today, you have led your people here to attack. Do you intend to fight my Heavenly Snow Sect to the death?"
Blood Robe Ancestor bared his teeth in a sinister smile.
"To the death? No."
"I'll give you a chance."
"Submit, or die."
Xue Binghe was so enraged that he laughed instead.
"Wishful thinking!"
"Then there is nothing left to say."
Blood Robe Ancestor wasted no more words and slowly drew a blood-colored curved blade.
A blood-red blade aura over thirty meters long tore through the wind and snow, carrying a thick stench of blood as it