The Trapping Formation, the Blade's Flash, the Eyes

In an instant, a powerful killing intent surged from the blind man.

In the blink of an eye, the temperature by the lake plummeted.

After hearing Wang Xian's words, the blind man's brows turned as cold as frost. Even his iron-stiff clothes seemed to share that chill.

Even the blind man himself couldn't tell whether the coldness came from his own anger or from the young man by the lake.

Wang Xian held the Deer-Cutting Saber, standing as immovable as a mountain. He didn't even look at the blind man, instead gazing into the depths of the great lake.

A chill rose deep in his heart, just like the day he had returned from the River of Time to Brightmoon Lake.

His loathing for the blind man surpassed even what he'd felt for the killer A-Lang.

A-Lang had turned into black ice and been buried in Brightmoon Lake. Wang Xian wanted to bury the blind man here too.

But the blind man clearly had no such intention.

With a sharp cry, the frost on the blind man shattered in an instant. Gripping his spirit sword, he stepped forward. The frost on his clothes turned to mist and rose in steaming wisps.

In that instant, Hu Keke and the Crow couldn't help but shudder.

The aura radiating from the blind man had already surpassed anything they could have imagined.

Even if they joined forces, they likely wouldn't be able to fight him.

Wu Huan was dead, the young man had his treasured saber in hand, and the blind man was brimming with ambition, intent on crushing his opponent with his absolute superiority in cultivation.

As the blind man advanced, Wang Xian instinctively took a step back.

One advancing and one retreating didn't mean Wang Xian feared his enemy.

He was afraid