Yuzhou, Liyang City.
Heavy snow fell over this bustling city. Most of Liyang City's buildings had red walls and pillars, a distinctive style famous throughout the land.
At that moment, dust and snow swirled through the eastern district of Liyang City as crowds of residents and merchants fled.
Inside a manor, the buildings had collapsed, leaving ruins everywhere. Martial artists were scattered throughout the grounds, their faces grim as they all stared in the same direction.
Following their gazes, Xue Jin stood atop the ruins, a long sword in his hand. His eyes were cold, and he made no effort to conceal his murderous intent.
"Qingxiao Sect, are you really going to wipe us out to the last man?"
A disheveled old man in black robes roared furiously. He had fought Xue Jin earlier, but had been defeated in fewer than three moves and had nearly been beheaded.
He was Wu Huan, the Great Protector of Lingtian Sect.
He had practiced martial arts for forty years and mastered a divine technique. Ordinary warriors who had entered the ranks of the martial world would be killed instantly if they crossed him.
Yet, despite his formidable strength, he had been utterly helpless against Xue Jin. He had tried to ambush him and had nearly been killed in return. He found it impossible to accept.
The dashing man standing beside Wu Huan was Xiao Wuhui, the Second Protector of Lingtian Sect.
Xiao Wuhui was tall, wore a bamboo hat, and had a weathered face. His long hair hung loose, and though his clothes were not as luxurious as Wu Huan's, his presence was no less imposing.
At first glance, he looked like Xiao Wudi grown into middle age. He fixed his gaze on Xue Jin, his expression complicated.
Xue Jin looked back at