Facing Down Dugu Bo! Prince Xue Beng Bowed His Head, and Every Civilian on the Street Received Compensation!

At the entrance to the stronghold.

The shattered stone road wound from the threshold all the way to the street corner like a spiderweb.

A thin layer of ice had formed along the edges of the cracks, reflecting an eerie blue chill beneath the afternoon sun.

Three claw marks, each an inch deep, slashed diagonally down the wall.

The frost flowers coating the inside of the marks lent the air a piercing chill—[Profound Ice Dragon Claw].

Su Chen stopped.

Jiang Tieyi had bitten halfway into his dry rations and forgotten to chew.

A cluster of Netherfire silently ignited in Mo Qianye's right hand, flickering unsteadily.

Chu Yao walked out through the door.

She had not applied her fragrant powder today. Her face was livid, and her lips were pressed into a hard, straight line.

The woman who could normally talk someone to death with her sharp tongue now spoke as rapidly as a barrage of gunfire.

"You were gone less than half a day, and someone came knocking to tear our place apart."

Su Chen did not ask who it was.

He brushed past Chu Yao and strode into the courtyard.

Yan Wuji sat cross-legged in the center of the courtyard.

His robes had been torn into strips. A palm print stretched across his chest from his right shoulder to his left ribs.

The skin beneath the print was an unnatural bluish-purple. It was dead blood forced to the surface after his meridians had been violently ruptured and congested.

The blood at the corner of his mouth had already dried into a dark brown scab.

But Su Chen's gaze landed elsewhere.

The cold aura circulating around Yan Wuji was different from before.

In the past, it had been like an ice dragon trapped inside a cage, crashing about madly—violent and