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This was the roof of the world—the Himalayas' highest peak, Mount Everest.
Every year, countless ordinary people dreamed of trying to conquer this place.
Yet at this very moment, this steep and towering forbidden zone of life had become a battlefield for the Outer World's top experts.
The slope here exceeded sixty degrees. Ordinary people might not even be able to stand firm, yet Qing Chen, Li Yunze, and King darted and maneuvered atop the mountain as if walking on level ground, like three soaring cranes.
Facing Li Yunze's five split bodies charging at him, Qing Chen merely leaped into the air with a grim expression, allowing the fierce blizzard to carry him to the left.
The raging wind seemed to be aiding Qing Chen, cleverly helping him evade Arthur and Li Yunze's pincer attack.
The three raced downhill as they fought, leaping and charging down the mountain. In mere seconds, they had descended several hundred meters in elevation.
The thick snow beneath their feet began to crack. Fortunately, the northern slope was steep and had never accumulated much snow, so no massive avalanche formed.
Arthur swung his blade down, but Qing Chen spun through the air, always using the force-eight winds to move. Like a kite with its string cut, he left no trace, yet remained at the center of the wind's flow.
The wind swept up snow and Qing Chen alike, as though Qing Chen himself had become a snowflake.
The enormous white blade aura stood out sharply within the black storm, striking the snow with the crushing weight of a mountain-cleaving blow.
Yet the blade aura brushed past Qing Chen without harming him in the slightest.
Another clang rang out!
Qing Chen flew backward down the mountain on the wind while flicking the blade with