Fang Qianyuan said, "I have nothing to discuss with you!"
As soon as his words fell, a dimensional Claw Strike descended out of thin air, bearing the power to shatter the void as it raked toward his opponent's body.
Little White's mind was linked to Fang Qianyuan's. While he spoke, she had secretly circulated her Spirit Essence and launched the attack.
But in the next instant, Zhuorou stepped across its path and, with a muffled grunt, blocked it with his own body.
Cold winds howled beneath the boundless sky. Rock dust showered from Zhuorou's body, which looked as though it had been piled together from stones, while bloodlike, purplish-red Spirit Essence poured from the wounds torn open by the claws.
Yet his expression remained resolute and unwavering.
"You will not harm the Main Hall Master!"
Zhuorou spoke in a rough voice, stressing each word.
As Fang Qianyuan and the others knew, the Five Demon Generals were all Wu Lianyi's diehard subordinates. Even after Wu Lianyi had been declared a traitor to his sect and fled to the Northern Desert, they had followed him to the bitter end.
Seeing the look in his opponent's eyes, Fang Qianyuan suddenly understood their devotion.
However, these people bore the blood debt of his master's murder.
"Truly pure and sincere, with hearts as earnest as a child's..."
"But that only gives me all the more reason to kill you!"
Fang Qianyuan murmured to himself.
At some point, snowflakes had begun dancing through the biting wind. Within moments, the white snow, like drifting willow fluff, was stained black by an icy chill that seemed capable of devouring all warmth.
Black snowflakes blanketed dozens of miles around them, then rapidly spread farther outward.
This scene, like a heavenly calamity, held boundless murderous intent. As Fang Qianyuan's aura