Leng Suifeng

Cold! Bone-chilling cold!

Just looking at the white-haired man made Qi Bei feel as though even his eyes were about to freeze over.

Suddenly, the white-haired man raised his head. His pupils were actually white as well—so white that it was as if he had entered a boundless world of ice and snow.

This man seemed to have been carved from ice from head to toe, even down to every strand of hair on his body. He looked incomparably eerie.

When Qi Bei's gaze met the white-haired man's, his heart clenched. The flow of blood throughout his body began to slow, as though it had frozen solid.

"Roar... Die!" Vajra bellowed. His entire body charged at the white-haired man like a moving miniature fortress. Every step made the ground quake violently, shattering the hard bluestone paving and leaving behind enormous footprints.

When he was still thirty meters from the white-haired man, Vajra sprang up like a cannonball. His bowl-sized fist tore through the air with a sharp whistle as it smashed toward the white-haired man's head.

The white-haired man casually raised a hand and lightly slapped it forward, bringing with it a swath of frost.

"Bang!"

Vajra's fist crashed into the white-haired man's nearly transparent palm, while his entire body remained frozen in midair.

The white-haired man's palm bent backward slightly. A trace of surprise flashed through his cold eyes. Then he suddenly shook his hand, and ice flowers rapidly spread from Vajra's fist across his entire body.

In the blink of an eye, Vajra's massive body had been sealed in ice.

Unexpectedly, the instant Vajra was frozen, dazzling, eerie light flashed from both his arms, and the layer of ice exploded apart.

"Roar..." Vajra howled repeatedly. His other fist shot toward the white-haired man like lightning. Within the rapidly advancing fist-shadow, faint images resembling savage beasts flickered.

"Ice Collapse Fist." The white-haired man shouted coldly and likewise punched with his other fist. It looked as though he had thrown only one punch, but in truth, he had unleashed dozens in an instant. The overlapping force of the punches caused even space to warp slightly.

"Boom..."

Vajra's face twisted savagely, the exposed veins on his arm throbbing violently.

Suddenly, Vajra let out a muffled grunt and spat out a mouthful of blood as his body was sent flying backward.

A trace of golden light flashed through Qi Bei's pupils. His body shot up like lightning, and he pressed his palm against Vajra's back, catching him.

Vajra's gaze was nearly crazed. Qi Bei could sense the enormous, mysterious power within his body beginning to awaken completely.

"Listen to me. Don't go berserk." Qi Bei spoke in a low voice. As long as there was even the slightest chance, he was unwilling to let Vajra's berserk ability be exposed before the world. This was Vajra's trump card—and Qi Bei's as well. Before they reached a certain level of strength, it should not be revealed lightly. If it absolutely had to be revealed, then it should only be when life and death hung by a thread, or when every witness could be silenced.

Vajra's body trembled, and the madness in his eyes began to recede.

The moment they landed, Qi Bei shot up again, gliding toward the white-haired man. It looked less like an attack and more like he was throwing his life away.

The white-haired man remained expressionless. Suddenly, he struck out through the air with one palm, and wave-like energy appeared in the air.

Qi Bei was struck in the chest and sent flying backward. After landing, he skidded several steps across the ground before steadying himself, a trace of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.

Yet, to everyone's surprise, the instant Qi Bei steadied himself, he leaped up again and glided toward the white-haired man.

The white-haired man used the same move once more, and Qi Bei was sent flying again. This time, he clutched his chest and coughed several times, coughing up two mouthfuls of bloody phlegm before flying forward once more.

The white-haired man frowned slightly. This time, he used even stronger Ice Battle Qi energy. If Emperor Hanmos had not instructed him to avoid seriously injuring this seemingly dim-witted youth, he would already have separated this loathsome boy's head from his body...

Qi Bei was struck again. This time, he cried out and sprayed a mist of blood toward the white-haired man.

The white-haired man was exceptionally fastidious about cleanliness. He raised a hand, and a stream of cold air swept toward the blood mist.

At that moment, Qi Bei, who had been struck, forcibly stopped. His entire body transformed into a Phantom and shot toward the white-haired man with astonishing speed.

By the time the white-haired man reacted, Qi Bei had already closed in, his entire body about to crash into the man's arms.

"Ice Wall!" the white-haired man shouted coldly. An ice wall instantly condensed before him.

But in the next instant, the white-haired man's pupils contracted sharply. Two fingers wreathed in golden light silently pierced through the ice wall and jabbed toward his chest.

By instinct, a Battle Qi ice armor appeared over the white-haired man's body.

With a puff, the two fingers struck the Battle Qi ice armor, yet a strange force somehow penetrated through the armor.

The white-haired man felt a burst of excruciating pain in his chest, nearly making him lose his breath.

"Just a little short. What a pity!" Qi Bei sighed inwardly in regret. He had just used the inner force of the Divine Dragon Art to sever the white-haired man's heart meridian. Unfortunately, the man's Battle Qi energy was too powerful, and the grade of his core Battle Qi was at least King Grade. As a result, the Pulse Severing Finger, which Qi Bei had painstakingly found an opportunity to use, had only managed to injure him.

"You will all die!" The white-haired man was enraged. Waves of icy flames flashed across his entire body, and the Ice Jade Longsword stuck in the ground suddenly began to tremble before flying into his hand of its own accord.

"Leng Suifeng, you cannot kill Qi Bei. Nord, have you forgotten His Majesty's instructions?" the Dragon Armor Army commander shouted urgently. They had only come to intercept Qi Bei—Nord—and force him back to the Imperial Capital. If he died, the Nord Family would likely turn the entire Golden Leaf Dynasty upside down.

But how could the white-haired man named Leng Suifeng listen? He was a dignified Earth Grade warrior who cultivated the Saint Grade core Battle Qi technique, the Heart Freezing Battle Qi Art, yet he had actually been wounded by this boy. Unless he killed him, he could not quell the fury in his heart.

Besides, he was not Emperor Hanmos's subordinate. Five years ago, he had owed the emperor a favor and had agreed to help him solely to repay that debt.

Leng Suifeng had not used his sword at first because he disdained to do so. Why would his sword be used against such a lowly ant? That would be an insult to the sword.

But the enraged Leng Suifeng could no longer care about any of that. He swung his sword with both hands, and a several-dozen-meter-long icy sword arc immediately slashed toward Qi Bei and Vajra. Wherever it passed, the earth split open, and the cracks were swiftly covered in ice.

Qi Bei's robe concealed his hands. The inner force in his dantian seethed and surged, and both his hands instantly began to transform into dragon claws.

Yet at that very moment, a dramatic scene unfolded.

"Stop him!" the Dragon Armor Army commander suddenly shouted. He hurled the great halberd in his hand, transforming it into a streak of cold light that shot toward Leng Suifeng.

Then the Magic Crossbowmen fired rows of bolts, using the magical bolt net originally meant to deal with Qi Bei to trap Leng Suifeng instead.