Afterimages veiled the moon, and the Icefield darkened, gaining a thread of bleak, cold wind.
Xue Baijin stood on the ice with both maces held backward, her white robe stirring in the wind. Her clear eyes beneath her faceplate reflected that sweeping white hair drifting in the wind ahead.
Wearing a bamboo hat and holding a rapier, Luo Ning stood not far from Xue Baijin, looking toward the Icefield behind them for any trace of the little scoundrel.
"Huff... huff..."
The Left Xian King held his spear horizontally in one hand, his breathing like thunder. The golden armor over his chest and back was already stained red with blood, but his eyes remained as sharp as a hawk's as he stared at the white-clad figure ahead and said gravely:
"Quite the grand gathering. Why didn't you invite Jiang Zhawu too?"
Xue Baijin stood perfectly straight, her voice so hoarse that its gender was indistinguishable:
"I alone am enough to deal with you. Why would I need to join forces with anyone else?"
Meanwhile, the tremors of battle several miles away also stopped, replaced by rapidly approaching hoofbeats.
Clop, clop...
The Left Xian King had wounds on both his chest and back. Though neither was fatal, he was no longer at his peak. Meanwhile, the Sky-Pacifying Sect Master before him was clearly far more imposing than during her ambush at Huangming Mountain. She could be said to have taken another step forward, undergoing a qualitative transformation.
Facing either Ye Jingtang or Xue Baijin alone, the Left Xian King had absolute confidence in escaping alive even if he fell into a disadvantage. But if the two surrounded him from front and back, he was almost certain to die.
Hearing the hoofbeats closing in rapidly, the Left Xian King wasted no more words.