"Coward, get up!"
Blood gushed from Chen Shichong's chest, staining and melting a swath of thick snow. White snow turned crimson, desolate and tragic.
"Get up! Take up your sword!"
Chen Jianduan shouted sternly, his eyes bloodshot, two streams of hot tears gushing like springs.
Supporting himself with his sword, Chen Shichong slowly rose, his eyes likewise bloodshot.
"Then let's fight! Aah..."
His roar shattered Glacier's belts of snow, triggering an avalanche. As though heaven were collapsing and earth caving in, enormous blocks of ice and surging rivers of snow thundered down, like snow dragons charging, like thousands of troops and horses roaring in battle.
Amid snow mist that filled the sky, Chen Jianduan and Chen Shichong soared and crossed paths, their sword light like lightning, like dragons. The thunder of their clashes triggered avalanches over an even greater area, shaking the towering mountain of ice where the Sword Sect stood.
"Father, the uncle and nephew have indeed begun fighting."
In the Sword Sect's secret hall, Sect Master Beishan Fengyun stood respectfully to one side. A hoary old man with snow-white hair sat slumped on a couch, seemingly without breath.
"Let them fight. Only when three tigers tear each other apart does a fierce tiger emerge. That fierce tiger will be the most useful dog for our Sword Sect!"
"What if they both choose never to become Dao Zun for the rest of their lives?"
"Since things have already changed, they must both die! Our Sword Sect has no use for dogs that are neither loyal nor useful. But remember, whichever one survives, you must never give him the chance to enter Yuan Zun. Once a dog grows too big, it becomes a wolf!"
"I understand, Father. I will take the necessary measures."
The old man closed his eyes and