Su Chen's gaze, like fine spider silk, gently entwined around the beautiful woman before him, who stared at him intently and affectionately.
Qin Zixuan's heart pounded. An emotion she had never experienced before surged over her like a surging river. She had never seen Su Chen look at her like this before. Feeling somewhat at a loss, a shy Hong Yun crept onto her cheeks, like the sunset on the horizon, giving her a touch of delicate charm and allure.
The words, "I'll take you to kill someone, okay?" kept echoing in her ears, giving her a strange sense of security. After a brief moment of hesitation, she nodded slightly and whispered, "Mmm..."
Su Chen's lips curled into a smile, a smile that made Qin Zixuan's heart pound wildly, for it was simply too beautiful, the most beautiful smile she had ever seen.
Su Chen reached out and pulled Qin Zixuan into his arms. His gaze fell on Zhou Peng beside him, and his smile vanished, replaced by cold indifference, devoid of any warmth.
That gaze, like that of a god, was cold yet imposing. Zhou Peng was so terrified that he collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale, beads of cold sweat trickling down his forehead. My God, what kind of gaze was that? How terrifying!
"What... what do you want to do?" Zhou Peng's voice trembled, and he stammered, "You can't kill me, I... I'm the young master of the Star-Shattering Sect, and even more so, the Extreme Cold Immortal Sect..."
Pfft!
Before he could finish speaking, a flash of sword light appeared, a head fell to the ground, and blood spurted into the air, spraying everywhere in the room. Zhou Peng's eyes widened, filled with resentment and endless fear.
Su Chen didn't even glance at Zhou Peng. Holding Qin Zixuan, the two disappeared from their original spot and reappeared above the Star-Shattering Sect.
It was snowing outside, snowflakes fluttering and dancing lightly between heaven and earth, one after another, quietly landing on the two of them.
Su Chen's silver hair danced in the cold wind, seemingly blending into the snowflakes. Looking at Qin Zixuan in his arms, he softly asked, "Are you cold?"
Against the backdrop of snowflakes, Qin Zixuan resembled a fairy stepping out of a painting, making everything around her pale in comparison. Hearing the other person's concerned inquiry, she smiled, a smile as proud as a plum blossom braving the snow, beautiful and aloof from the world. "I'm not cold."
"Who dares to trespass on my Star-Shattering Sect!"
At this moment, several angry shouts suddenly rang out. Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen streams of light shot up from the depths of the Star-Shattering Sect and finally stopped in the void. Each of them exuded a terrifying aura, which shocked the heavens and the earth.
These people were all elders of the Star-Shattering Sect, and the one in the lead was naturally the sect master of the Star-Shattering Sect, Zhou Shuo.
Zhou Shuo first glanced at Su Chen, his brows furrowed, and then his gaze fell on Qin Zixuan. In an instant, his pupils suddenly contracted, as if he realized something, and his figure rushed towards a palace, which was the place where Zhou Peng lived.
"My Peng'er!" A grief-stricken roar echoed from within the palace, resounding throughout the heavens and earth and reaching the ears of everyone in the Star-Shattering Sect. Everyone was shocked, not knowing what had happened.
A moment later, Zhou Shuo walked out of the palace, carrying Zhou Peng's headless corpse in his arms. Upon seeing this, the elders' expressions changed drastically.
Zhou Shuo's eyes were bloodshot and he stared intently at Su Chen and the other man. His eyes were filled with overwhelming killing intent, and his powerful aura spread out, sweeping in all directions and causing space and time to tremble.
"No matter who you are, I want you dead!" Zhou Shuo said, each word dripping with hatred that seemed almost tangible. He stored Zhou Peng's corpse in his spatial ring, then shouted, "Where are the disciples of the Star-Shattering Sect?!"
The sound was like a thunderclap, echoing in every corner.
The next moment, countless disciples of the Star-Shattering Sect soared into the sky. They were dressed in uniform robes, each with a cold expression and indifferent gaze. They surrounded Su Chen and his companion, their imposing aura and killing intent shaking the space.
"Follow me, kill them both, and avenge Peng'er!" Zhou Shuo roared angrily. At his command, elders and disciples alike swarmed towards Su Chen.
In an instant, countless rays of light intertwined, and all sorts of attacks surged forth like a raging torrent. These attacks, dense and numerous, surrounded Su Chen and his companion from all directions, seemingly intent on annihilating them completely within this boundless power.
Su Chen stared silently at the endless attacks that swept in like a storm, his eyes calm, like an ancient, deep pool reflecting the chaos, unmoved.
Qin Zixuan's body tensed instinctively, her fingers unconsciously gripping Su Chen's clothes, her body trembling slightly, her heart filled with unease. However, when she looked up and met Su Chen's deep and calm gaze, her unease and fear gradually dissipated, and her breathing became steady.
"Roll."
Su Chen coldly uttered a single word. Although the sound was not loud, it contained unimaginable terrifying power, which reverberated in the air. In an instant, that power, like a ten-thousand-foot wave, swept outwards from him.
The endless attacks instantly collapsed and disintegrated. Before they could react, they were struck by this force, screams filled the air, and everyone was sent flying backward, spitting blood and suffering severe injuries.
"Puff!"
Zhou Shuo spat out a mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale, but he didn't care at all. His eyes were filled with confusion, astonishment, and endless fear.
"Die."
Then, another word fell. This word was like the words of a god, full of endless majesty and indifference. Except for Zhou Shuo, everyone else's necks instantly gushed blood. Blood-soaked heads seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, rushing towards the sky.
Countless heads tumbled and collided in the air, their blood staining the pale world red. Under the sunlight, this gruesome and bloody scene was horrifying.
Su Chen stood in the sky, his face as cold and stern as a statue, with beautiful lines and no emotional fluctuations. He seemed oblivious to the bloodshed and chaos around him. His clothes Qingwu in the cold wind, highlighting the stillness in his heart.
That calm aura possessed an invisible power, instilling in people a sense of oppression and awe from the depths of their souls.
Qin Zixuan, nestled in his arms, gaped, her mouth forming an "O," her eyes filled with disbelief and shock. The scene was so overwhelming that she remained speechless for a long time.
At this moment, Zhou Shuo was as if he had been struck by lightning, standing there frozen, his face pale, his mind blank and buzzing.
After a long while, his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground, staring at Su Chen, his body and soul trembling, his face filled with disbelief.
"This... how is this possible?" Zhou Shuo trembled. He would rather think he was dreaming than believe that what had just happened was too surreal and unbelievable. That was the entire foundation of his Star-Shattering Sect, yet it had been killed just like that.
It's so fake... it's so fake...