Lin Taichu raised his right arm high and slashed down viciously.
"Damn it!"
Zhao Dongyang's expression changed drastically as he scrambled to dodge.
Crack—
Lin Taichu flicked his wrist and severed Zhao Dongyang's left arm.
Blood splattered across the snowy mountain.
"Ah—"
A miserable howl echoed through the air.
Zhao Dongyang clutched his severed arm, drenched in sweat as he stared at Lin Taichu in utter terror.
"You... you... your strength..."
"Hmph!"
Lin Taichu shot him a cold glance. "A mere ant dares contend with me? You're courting death!"
Whoosh—
He struck out with his palm.
"No!"
Zhao Dongyang let out a despairing roar before being killed by the palm strike.
Lin Taichu reined in his killing intent and continued onward in search of spiritual medicine.
Boom!
Suddenly, a rumble came from ahead.
It seemed that someone was engaged in a fierce battle.
"Who dares block my path?"
Lin Taichu frowned and quickened his pace.
When he drew near, he saw two blurry figures locked in combat.
One was a black-haired girl in a white dress, holding a Short Blade.
Her movements were strange, and her blade techniques were viciously tricky.
The other was a Man in Green, bare from the waist up, his muscles bulging like coiled dragons.
"This guy..."
Lin Taichu's pupils suddenly contracted. "What formidable blood and vitality!"
Whoosh!
The next second, he attacked without hesitation.
Whoosh!
The sound of something tearing through the air rang out.
Hearing the movement, the black-haired girl abruptly twisted sideways. Her Short Blade swept in an arc toward the finger attacking her from behind.
Lin Taichu's gaze darkened.
He flicked his finger.
Clang!
The Short Blade shook and rebounded.
The black-haired girl retreated at high speed, avoiding the rebounding blade.
Whoosh!
But Lin Taichu was even faster, pressing his advantage.
Splat!