The mountain gate plaza had already become a living hell.
Severed limbs lay scattered across the ground.
Crimson blood had dyed the pristine snow-covered plaza a shocking shade of red.
The Heavenly Snow Sect disciples had suffered devastating casualties. Most of those who remained were badly wounded, divided and surrounded by those numb-faced Blood Robe Sect members as they made their final, trapped-beast struggle.
Despair hung over the heart of every Heavenly Snow Sect disciple.
Shen Che's gaze rapidly swept across the chaotic battlefield.
He quickly found Xue Xi and Tu Rong.
The two of them were in grave danger.
They had been forced into a corner of the plaza by a towering Blood Robe Sect elder.
That elder radiated the formidable aura of the Core Pill Realm. Every strike he made carried a thick stench of blood, forcing Xue Xi and Tu Rong back again and again.
Both of them had been injured.
Blood blossoms stained Xue Xi's white robes. Her face was pale as paper, and even the hand gripping her sword trembled faintly.
Tu Rong's red robes were torn in several places as well, with a trace of blood at the corner of her lips. She shielded Xue Xi behind her, glaring fiercely at the enemy before her, her eyes full of stubborn defiance.
"Two little beauties. You've got decent talent. What a pity."
The Blood Robe elder grinned viciously as he advanced step by step.
"The Ancestor has ordered that all men be killed. As for the women... heh heh, they can be kept as excellent materials for refining blood puppets."
His gaze regarded them like two pieces of merchandise.
"Dream on!" Tu Rong gritted her teeth and snapped.
"Oh?"
The Blood Robe elder snorted disdainfully. His figure flashed, and he appeared before them.
He stretched