Warmth and Coldness

Outside Luojia Mountain, the supreme masters of every sect joined forces to hunt down Marquis of Knowing Fate. The world's campaign to slay the demon began anew. Grudges that could not be dissolved finally erupted after the war at the Heavenly Palace had ended.

Ten Venerables arrived together, accompanied by an army of Xiantian experts, cutting off every route of retreat. They were determined to bring this demon-slaying battle, which had lasted for years, to a complete end.

Within the tight encirclement, Marquis of Knowing Fate's killing form revealed itself. Black robes snapped in the wind, long hair danced wildly, and his icy gaze held not a trace of human emotion, sending a chill straight into the marrow.

Seeing the familiar yet unfamiliar figure beside her, Yin'er froze for a moment. Then she tightly grasped his sleeve with both hands, and not the slightest wavering appeared on her pretty face.

"Are you afraid?" the demonic form asked, turning his head.

"Not afraid." Yin'er shook her little head and replied.

"Good. Follow me. I'll take you out of this encirclement."

Having returned to his demonic form, Ning Chen's voice no longer held its former gentleness. Yet the resolve in his words allowed no doubt.

"Mm." Yin'er nodded forcefully.

With a wave of his hand, the Red Serpent Sword appeared, descending from thin air. Baleful energy spread everywhere. Ning Chen gripped the sword and shot forward. The blade pulsed, and space let out a mournful cry.

Baili, Chiwei, and Qingyu, three Venerables, moved to block the demonic sword. Their clash shook the heavens, shockwaves scattering in every direction. After a moment of deadlock, Luo Xiao, Bihui, and Red Chamber flashed forward, Vast Essence surging as their palms claimed lives.

Xuanzhen and Wenyang followed close behind, their moves opening and closing as earth