Titan Snow Demon

"Xiao Yuan, we've got work."

On the roof, Qian Daoliu's tightly shut eyes snapped open, and a tangible golden light of slaughter instantly pierced through the blizzard ahead.

"A Titan Troll the size of a small mountain. Its entire body is covered in dark blue ice armor, and it's at least just over a hundred thousand years old."

Qian Daoliu slowly rose to his feet, gripping the hilt of the Asura Divine Sword behind his back with one hand. A smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Perfect. This old man's hands have been itching from idleness lately. Shall I split it in two with one strike as a greeting gift for you?"

"A hundred thousand years?"

Inside the carriage, Qian Renxue, who was peeling grapes for Ye Yuan, brightened and sat upright.

"Xiao Yuan, I'll go deal with him."

"What's the rush?"

Ye Yuan glanced upward and casually tossed a grape into his mouth.

"If we chop it up, who's going to show us the way?"

Qian Renxue burst into laughter and nestled back into Ye Yuan's arms.

Meanwhile, ahead of the carriage, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Titan Troll blocking the road stood frozen in place, its lone eye wide as saucers.

It had assumed that some suicidal humans had entered the Extreme North, but it had never expected two unfamiliar Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts to arrive instead.

What did this mean?

Faced with its baffled gaze, Daming and Erming let out awkward low growls, utterly confusing the Titan Troll.

"The maps of this place are all fake."

Ye Yuan rose from the cushioned couch and raised an eyebrow.

"The ice plains stretch for thousands of miles, and countless dangers lurk beneath the ice. One wrong step means trouble."

"This soul beast has lived here for so long. It's practically a