The smoke and dust dispersed in the howling wind.
In the Snow Tribe's field of vision...
A figure clad in Dark Gold Armor stood before Lu Qingxue, one hand cupping her cheek.
In that instant, the hearts of nearly half the young Snow Tribe women seemed to be clenched tightly by an invisible hand.
That person had come for Lu Qingxue.
For one woman, he had stormed the snowfield and brazenly challenged the Divine Envoy.
Who was he?!
Complicated gazes came from every direction.
The Snow Tribe women realized that, upon seeing the Divine Envoy attacked, they did not feel as angry as they had imagined.
Instead, they felt an unusual trace of envy.
"Leave the rest to me."
The scene of the two fighting side by side resurfaced in her mind. The same words, the same tone.
Lu Qingxue nodded lightly. "Mm."
She raised the snow-forged longsword in her hand. Never had her conviction been as firm as it was now. The sword intent once hidden deep within her heart blossomed in dazzling brilliance!
At this moment, Dingchuan Academy's peerless Goddess of War had returned.
"This is who you are."
The faceplate lowered, concealing Mu Fan's smile. Then his eyes turned cold once more as he pivoted with a grim air.
The Dark Gold Short Stick in his left hand rose slightly, letting out a hum.
Curved ghostly sickle blades instantly extended from both ends!
The curved light blade slowly lifted, pointing toward the side wall of the altar ahead.
"You deserve to die."
With those words, everyone was shocked.
It was a figure shorter and thinner than Alfonso's... yet more mysterious and magnificent.
The ghostly blue Dragon Core on his chest bore... a slight resemblance to the triangular emerald on Alfonso's chest.
And no one knew that the