A Chaotic Melee, Two Battles Combined

An Ruoxing and the others lay hidden in the snow, silent, soundless, and without a trace.

Looking at the surrounding snow and feeling that familiar, clear chill, An Ruoxing could not help feeling wistful. He suddenly remembered the days when he had searched for survivors alongside Shen Zhixuan and the others.

The past unfolded vividly before his eyes.

It was as if Shen Zhixuan and the others' furious roars had sounded again in his mind.

Shen Zhixuan, Zhao Yi, Li Cheng, and Kong Lei—their faces were still so vivid in his heart. The scene of them turning around resolutely to face death flashed before his eyes, as if they were still by his side, merely saying to him, "Live on!" before turning away to hold back the enemy.

Those resolute figures passed the corners of his eyes again and again.

But now, the grass on their graves had already turned green and then yellow.

"When I go back this time, I'll visit the families of the three of them again."

With his head buried in the snow, An Ruoxing muttered inwardly.

"It's a pity about Old Shen. He no longer has a single family member... He only left Fang Che as his disciple. Sigh. That disciple can take care of me now... What's there to say about me taking care of him..."

Thinking of this, An Ruoxing sighed.

With Fang Che's current martial power, he could probably send An Ruoxing tumbling a dozen times with a single slap. There was truly no way to take care of him; all he could do was give him some leeway through his position.

But now, that fellow's authority was even greater than his own...

The mission Shen Zhixuan had given him was truly ridiculous. Before long, when he saw Fang Che again, he