He Still Wasn't Dead

Wangjie Mountain.

In the northwestern region of Tianya Domain, this place was covered in ice and snow year-round. The temperature was so low that even Xiantian experts found it difficult to endure.

This was a true land of scarcely any human presence.

The bitterly cold wind carried ice crystals as it howled between the snow-capped peaks of Wangjie Mountain, whose snow never melted.

The bone-chilling cold was enough to freeze the protective Power of Xiantian surrounding a Xiantian expert, making this forbidden region nearly uninhabited.

Yet at this moment, more than a dozen figures radiating powerful auras had all fixed their eyes on the woman standing in the center of the ice valley ahead. She wore a simple, elegant dress, and her bearing was as cold as a snow lotus—Flower Clan Princess, Jiang Qing.

In the center of the ice valley, a divine lotus radiating a gentle nine-colored halo hovered quietly above the icy spring, containing a vast vitality that made one's soul tremble.

At Jiang Qing's side, she tightly held a warm jade box. Inside lay five lotus seeds whose radiance was tightly restrained. The divine lotus beside her still retained the faint spiritual glow of the four remaining lotus seeds.

"Princess Jiang, your Flower Clan is indeed a great clan, but taking five lotus seeds alone—isn't your appetite a little too big?"

"Princess Jiang, leave four lotus seeds behind and take one with you. We absolutely won't make things difficult for you. Otherwise..."

The man who spoke had muscles knotted across his body, and the violent aura of a peak Xiantian Sixth Stage expert rose faintly around him. Beside him, a purple-robed, feminine-looking middle-aged woman also spoke coldly, a ghostly blue chill coiling around her fingertips. "Princess Jiang, with only you alone, two fists cannot withstand four hands.