Feng Zi's shrill screams tore through the night as he staggered back, snapping off a dead branch from a withered tree three paces away.
The half-veiled moonlight revealed his twisted face. The Phoenix Beak Fist that had once pierced bluestone was now curled at a grotesque angle, and his ring finger jutted out with a stark white shard of bone.
Dark red droplets of blood dripped from his twisted fingertips, blossoming into blood-red plums across the snow.
Xu Yunfan lowered his eyes to glance at the few flecks of blood on his lapels, his brow furrowing slightly. This outfit was the first set of clothes he had bought back then. He remembered that the suspected True Immortal's remains had nearly been carried off along with the furs.
The screams finally drew Uncle Jin's group over.
A chaotic rush of footsteps swept over from the snowy hill ahead, and seven dark figures leaped onto the slope like night owls.
At the forefront, Uncle Jin charged forward with a Nine Ring Saber in hand, its gilded guard humming and trembling. The Yazi Beast Pattern carved into the blade shimmered with strange golden threads beneath the moonlight.
"Stop!"
His thunderous roar shook the entire Withered Wood Forest, sending countless clumps of snow rustling from the trees. The long saber left its sheath, and its nine golden rings rang out with a soul-stirring tremor.
As the saber light flashed, it resembled a golden river flowing backward. The golden saber gleamed brilliantly in the night, instantly tearing through the silent darkness. The gale howled, and the blade moved like dragons and serpents. Before it even arrived, its oncoming sharpness made Xu Yunfan's pupils tremble.
He instinctively pushed the Crimson Flame Copper Body Art to its limit. With the blood and qi in his body surging