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The woman's intention was to force Feng An back, then neutralize the arrows' assault.

But she did not know how Feng An looked when he fought for his life.

Roar! Feng An was like a blood-eyed beast. He made no attempt whatsoever to defend against the palm strike aimed at his chest.

His eyes reddened as he drove a fist into the woman's ample breast.

Thud! Thud!

Dull impacts rang out from their bodies at the same time as they exchanged a palm strike for a punch.

Feng An had not been in good condition to begin with. Even after taking the Qi-Bursting Pill, he was nowhere near as powerful as when he had fought Jiang Xingtian.

Thus, he was defeated in a single exchange.

The woman's seemingly soft palm strike directly shook him into coughing up blood, sending him flying backward.

Yet his punch also made her body sway twice, and the pain was considerable.

Before she could turn her venomous gaze on Feng An, three sharp arrows came one after another.

She thrust out both palms, and her palm force blasted Kong Jiao's ice apart less than thirty feet before her, turning it into a skyful of icy mist.

At that very moment, an icy liquid had somehow spread beneath her feet.

"Not good!" the woman inwardly cried, but it was already too late.

The ice mist blasted apart by her palm force rushed at her from all directions, leaving her nowhere to evade.

It directly wrapped around her entire body, coating her in frost. As for the portion of her lower body enveloped by the liquid, it was immediately sealed in ice by the cold qi.

Kong Jiao's move had never failed him. Unless someone had fought him before, there was simply no way to guard against it without preparation.

Seeing that the Frost Breath Technique had succeeded, Kong Jiao immediately shouted at Feng An's retreating figure, "Go!"

Whoosh! Feng An, who had been listless after taking the woman's palm strike, rallied again and shot out from the woman's left side.

Zhou Tingyu had already slipped into that position while they were fighting.

Feng An hoisted Zhou Tingyu over his shoulder and ran without the slightest hesitation.

"Not one of you will escape!" The woman's face turned cold as she shattered the solid ice beneath her with one palm.

Kong Jiao's Frost Breath Technique was clearly not enough to restrain her.

Just as she was about to pursue them—

Kong Jiao, who had long since gripped the Frostfall Fragmentary Scripture in his hand and was waiting to strike, decisively activated the artifact.

Whoosh! In the next instant—

A streak of light flashed from Kong Jiao's hand.

The light vanished in a flash across the snow. The crescent-shaped radiance had already cut through the space between them, killing its way to the woman in an instant and going straight for her neck.

The streak of light was unbelievably fast.

An ordinary sixth-level Wheel Nurturing cultivator would likely not even be able to see the Fragmentary Scripture's trajectory clearly.

The sight made the woman's expression change drastically.

But she was no ordinary sixth-level Wheel Nurturing cultivator.

This time, Feng An no longer had the strength to help Kong Jiao draw her attention away.

At the critical moment, she actually tilted her head, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

But the Frostfall Fragmentary Scripture's terrifying sharpness still swept across her left shoulder.

Pfft!

Blood blossomed as the woman's left arm was severed cleanly from the shoulder.

Even the massive tree behind her, so thick that four or five people would have needed to link arms to encircle it, was pierced through by the Frostfall Fragmentary Scripture.

Boom!

The giant tree crashed down. It had been cut in half at the waist by the Frostfall Fragmentary Scripture, revealing a smooth cross-section.

The woman's arm below her left shoulder also fell soundlessly to the ground, its bones and flesh visible within.

After the giant tree collapsed, snow fell from above and blanketed the woman, yet she appeared utterly unmoved.

Her venomous gaze fixed on the youth who had completely severed her left arm.

How could she still possess the composure and allure from before? She shrieked frantically, "You must die today!"

At this point, she had even forgotten to chase Feng An and Zhou Tingyu.

Her towering fury and hatred locked onto Kong Jiao alone.

"Heh!" Hearing the woman's shriek like that of a vicious ghost, Kong Jiao gave an indifferent smile. Even if he had not wounded her, this woman would never have spared him.

Kong Jiao raised his arm and caught the Frostfall Fragmentary Scripture as it circled around and returned to his hand, inwardly lamenting the missed chance.

What a pity I didn't take her head off. Now that she is on guard, I will have even less chance next time.

The Frostfall Fragmentary Scripture was quite powerful, but correspondingly, it consumed an immense amount of spiritual power.

After one strike, half the spiritual power in Kong Jiao's body—raised to the fifth level of Wheel Nurturing with the Qi-Bursting Pill—had already been drained.

In other words, he only had enough strength left to activate the Frostfall Fragmentary Scripture one more time.

At the same time, the woman formed a hand seal with one hand.

Blood-red mist began to seep from her graceful body.

Kong Jiao's nose twitched slightly. He could smell the nauseating stench of blood mixed into the mist.

As the mist spread, that touch of red was startling against the snow, and an indescribable aura gradually diffused through the air.

Kong Jiao watched the mist spread with a grave expression. Han Dong's sword radiance had carried this same aura.

He had personally seen Han Dong's sword pierce Zheng Gang's body, turning the latter directly into a dried corpse.

There is something sinister about this move. I cannot take it head-on!

Fear rose in Kong Jiao's heart, and his body instinctively pulled away in a rapid retreat, trying to widen the distance between himself and the woman.

But how could the woman, already driven into a frenzy, possibly let him have his way?

"Die!" At the woman's venomous cry, the blood mist filling the surroundings transformed into a blood-colored ghost face over thirty feet long.

Shriek! Carrying a skyful of blood mist, the ghost face howled as it pounced down upon Kong Jiao's retreating body.

Kong Jiao immediately turned his head while running. Seeing the ghost face already within arm's reach, his expression darkened.

He understood that he could not possibly outrun it.

At such close range, the dense, nauseating aura emanating from the ghost face practically poured straight into Kong Jiao's nostrils.

If I can't outrun it, I can only take it head-on! Kong Jiao pulled out the Little Vajra Talisman Zhou Tingyu had handed him before leaving. He had no time to mourn the money; he activated it immediately.

Buzz! As spiritual power flowed into it, a golden barrier enveloped Kong Jiao in protection.

At the same time, the ghost face struck.

The blood-colored ghost face swallowed the golden barrier and Kong Jiao within it whole.

For a moment, where the two forces collided, blood-red and golden power twisted and entwined wildly.

Boom!

With a thunderous explosion—

The golden barrier shattered, and the force unleashed by the blast also blew the ghost face to pieces.

Kong Jiao staggered out from where the two forces had intertwined.

Before Kong Jiao could steady himself, he caught sight from the corner of his eye of the ghost face, shattered by the Little Vajra Talisman, gathering together once more in midair.

The sight chilled Kong Jiao's heart, and he bitterly smiled to himself. Looks like I won't be getting through.

Although this woman was also at the sixth level of Wheel Nurturing like Jiang Xingtian, her strength clearly surpassed Jiang Xingtian's, and her methods were far stranger.

Kong Jiao had already played every trump card he possessed. Even the Little Vajra Talisman had been useless.

Though Kong Jiao wanted badly to force his way through, knowingly attempting the impossible was something only a fool would do.

Thus, Kong Jiao made a move the woman had never expected.

He turned around and fled at top speed toward Frostmoon Altar Gorge.

"Trying to run!" the woman spat venomously, instinctively wanting to ride the blood mist in pursuit of the one who had severed her arm.

But Han Dong's cold, indifferent face surfaced in her mind.

Fear appeared on the woman's face, and she forcibly stopped herself from taking a step in pursuit.

"Hmph! Going back will only lead you to death anyway. Lucky you." The woman snorted coldly, then looked down at her severed arm lying in the snow. Her seductive face twisted into a savage expression.