Ten Thousand Miles of Ice, Fu Hongchen

After the young man shouted, the woman and the man in red both stopped as well. Chen Fan frowned slightly, but in the end, his palm still halted above the young man's head.

"Ready to talk?" Chen Fan asked blandly.

The young man's face darkened, and he snorted coldly. "Don't think you've truly got victory in the bag. We are vastly different from you humans. Among you, souls can be searched, but for us, once our souls are invaded by an outsider, they will explode outright, injuring the soul-searcher as well and perishing together with them. To die together with you? That simply isn't worth it to me."

"So? Are you going to talk or not?" Chen Fan frowned faintly, yet remained unmoved as he asked indifferently.

The young man froze, then said coldly, "What, do you intend to perish together with me? If you want to learn anything from my mouth, you must at least show some sincerity. Otherwise, if you forcefully search my soul, you'd best consider the consequences first."

Yet upon hearing this, Chen Fan smiled and shook his head. "I can also choose not to ask, then kill you directly. Since you won't talk, then that's that."

Indeed, there was no need for him to know where this halberd had come from. He had merely been curious before. If searching the soul would truly implicate him as well, then there was no need to learn anything. He had come here for trials, to grow stronger.

Buzz!

The Wuya Sword gave a soft cry. The young man barely had time to react before the blade swept for his throat.

Chen Fan truly meant to kill him outright. Yet at that very instant, a streak of red light flashed past, and a sheet of ice suddenly appeared between