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Chapter 266 Instant Kill
Wang Xi soared through the air, his entire body shrouded in a layer of ink-like shadow, flying out of Golden Maple Valley. A surge of powerful magic caused him to leave a black streak across the horizon.

whoosh-

He held his master Song Hui's jade slip in his hand.

According to the information in the jade slip, the Winter Sect of the Heavenly Alliance is organizing a group of disciples to hunt a strange beast in the "Beichuan" area. This beast contains the pure cold energy of the "Winter Solstice" from the "Dao of Seasonal Principles," which will greatly benefit their cultivation.

"...The Book of Earthly Forms records: There is a beast in the north that looks like a tiger, with a white body and black mane, eyes like cold stars, and its breath turns to frost. It is called 'Bingyi'."

Wang Xi stared ahead, his face showing deep thought.

This so-called strange beast, "Bingyi," is not one of the four categories of demons, monsters, or ghosts, but rather a unique creature from beyond the world.

They drink the wind and eat the snow, and devour the moonlight.

There are various folk legends about it, the most widespread of which is the "Cold Dragon".

However, it was not a dragon guarding the far north, but a creature resembling a white tiger.

The location of "Beichuan" cannot be defined in a physical sense. Simply put, it is located north of the "Enlightenment Platform," where the "Four Symbols Court," the head of the Immortal Sect, is situated.

There was an endless glacier there, covered in snow.

"My master's intention is for me to take this opportunity to go to 'Beichuan' and sabotage the Heavenly Alliance Winter Gate's hunting plan."

Wang Xi put away the jade slip, and a blazing white cloak unfurled behind him, his speed suddenly increasing.

call out--

'In that case, kill them all.'

...

...

The biting wind whipped up heavy snowflakes, howling wildly across the boundless glacier.

A dozen or so white figures were trudging through the permafrost of Beichuan, their steps uneven.

They were disciples of the Winter Gate of the Heavenly Alliance, all dressed in white robes with their hair tied up, carrying long swords on their backs; there were both men and women among them.

Snowflakes clung to their brows and temples, yet could not penetrate their bodies. This stemmed from their practice of the "Winter Begins" section of the "Way of Seasonal Principles," allowing them to thrive in this frigid land.

Not only are they not afraid of the cold, but they can also draw pure spiritual energy from the biting cold to nourish their spiritual center.

"Phew... Kitagawa stretches as far as the eye can see, I really don't know when we'll find it."

A young male disciple wiped the ice shards from his face and complained in a low voice.

A pretty female disciple beside him tightened the ribbon binding her hair, gazing at the white expanse ahead, her voice clear and melodious:
"Senior Brother Min said we're not far off, so let's hold on a little longer. If we can hunt down that 'Ice Barbarian' and refine its essence, our 'Minor Cold Sword Intent' will definitely reach a new level, and we might even be able to glimpse a trace of the 'Great Cold True Intent'!"

“But…” The young male disciple’s eyes showed worry.

"No buts, with so many of us in formation and Senior Brother Min backing us up, there won't be any problems."

Another slightly older man in white said.

All eyes turned to the front of the group. There, a middle-aged swordsman dressed in a crimson robe with a blue belt around his waist was intently staring at the bronze compass in his hand.

With two ancient-looking longswords crossed on his back, he exuded a calm and composed aura. He was none other than "Senior Brother Min"—Min Tao, a direct disciple of the Winter Sect.

Hearing the whispers of his disciples behind him, Min Tao didn't even look up, focusing intently on the slightly pulsating pointer on the compass.

After a moment, he said in a deep voice, "The target is less than five miles ahead. Everyone, stay alert and don't let it get away again!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples perked up, composed themselves, and placed their hands on their sword hilts.

The group braved the wind and snow for a while before finally managing to climb over a small hill made of piled-up ice.

Soon, in a relatively open ice valley, a huge beast was slowly pacing around.

It resembled a giant tiger, its entire body covered in long, snow-white fur, except for a ring of jet-black mane around its neck. Its enormous eyes flashed with ferocity, and with each breath, fine frost flowers condensed in the surrounding air—it was the strange beast they had been desperately searching for, the "Ice Barbarian"!
"Formation!"

A sharp glint flashed in Min Tao's eyes, and he shouted in a low voice.

"Yes!" More than a dozen Winter Gate disciples responded in unison, instantly scattering and flying to the side of the strange beast in the blink of an eye, setting up a sword formation.

Longswords were drawn simultaneously, their cold light flashing, and more than a dozen chilling sword energies intertwined into a net.

Miso miso miso miso!

Where the sword flashed, the snowflakes froze in place.

"Roar!!"

Bingyi let out a low roar, neither dodging nor avoiding, its massive, ice-blue body suddenly trembled.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

The sharp sword light pierced its body, producing a metallic clang, leaving only a shallow white mark before being deflected by the layer of icy scales.

At the same time, it opened its huge mouth, and a visible, pale, cold breath spewed out.

boom! !

The shockwave of the icy air instantly collided with the sword formation.

The disciples who were the first to be hit felt an irresistible force strike them, and their protective spiritual energy was torn apart on the spot.

With a few soft thuds, they all spat out blood and were blasted away like kites with broken strings, and the sword formation was instantly broken.

"Uh!"

"what!!"

"not good!"

The terrifyingly low temperature rapidly covered their bodies with a layer of solid ice as they flew backwards.

It froze into an ice sculpture upon landing.

"You beast, cease your arrogance!" Min Tao roared.

With a clang, the two longswords on his back were drawn simultaneously, one gleaming with a chilling aura, the other crystal clear.

Min Tao moved like a ghost, wielding both swords simultaneously.

In an instant, a sword aura more terrifying than the combined attack of all the disciples before it burst forth. Wherever the sword passed, the air itself seemed to freeze.

bass--

"Heavy snow seals the mountain, sword energy condenses; ice freezes a thousand feet deep, blocking all human passage."

This was Min Tao's trump card, the Mountain-Sealing Sword.

The sword energy precisely struck Bingyi's left rib, a vital spot. The ice crystal scales finally shattered, revealing a deep wound that exposed bone. The cold, desolate sword intent invaded wildly.

Bingyi let out a deafening roar of pain, his massive body staggering backward as he was struck, his crimson blood freezing into icicles the moment it gushed out.

The severe pain aroused its ferocity.

Its eyes instantly turned blood red, and its tiger claws, bigger than a washbasin, swooped down and slammed down on Min Tao.

Although Min Tao was strong, his expression changed drastically when he hastily took Bing Yi's desperate attack, and he crossed his two swords to block.

Bang—crack!
With a dull thud mixed with the soft cracking of bones, Min Tao was struck as if by a heavy hammer. He was sent flying dozens of feet away like a cannonball, crashing heavily onto the ice mound.

Boom!

"puff--"

He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with ice crystals.

His face instantly turned ashen, his aura weakened, and half of his body was covered with a thick layer of ice. He had clearly been severely injured by the cold and had temporarily lost his fighting ability.

"Senior Brother Min!" the disciples exclaimed.

But at this moment.

The strange beast Bingyi turned and ran away.

"Ok?"

"Stop it!" Min Tao said in a deep voice, enduring the excruciating pain.

Before the disciples could catch up and form a formation, they witnessed a bizarre scene.

Suddenly, Bingyi stopped in his tracks, his massive body even trembling slightly, as if he had encountered something terrifying.

"It's stopped moving!"

"It must have been Senior Brother Min's sword strike that severely injured it, damaging its very core!"

"Quick! Seize the opportunity!"

The disciples were overjoyed at the sight and were about to rush forward.

But Min Tao's expression changed drastically, and he let out a horrified and hoarse shout: "Don't go!!"

All the disciples present were startled by his shout and froze in place, not daring to move forward.

"Senior Brother Min?"

They turned to look and saw Min Tao struggling to his feet, forcing himself to bow towards the empty space in mid-air, his voice filled with uncertain apprehension:

"Thank you so much for your help, senior, in subduing this beast! If it weren't for your divine power, this wicked creature would have almost escaped today. I, Min Tao, a disciple of the Winter Sect, on behalf of my fellow disciples, express my gratitude for your assistance!"

Min Tao's words exploded in the ears of the disciples like thunder. They were jolted awake from their daze and hurriedly followed Min Tao's gaze, looking up at the sky in surprise and doubt.

Suddenly, against the backdrop of a dark sky filled with howling wind and snow, a figure stood suspended in mid-air.

The newcomer wore a magnificent black robe with gold patterns, and a pure white cloak tied behind him fluttered in the wind, creating a striking contrast with the black robe.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his posture upright, his handsome face shrouded in a chilling indifference.

"No need to say thank you."

Wang Xi said calmly.

He flicked his finger, and a white jade sword beam shot out, swiftly slicing across Bingyi's neck.

bass! !

The beasts, whose rating reached "Superior Five-Star/Elite", had no time to react before their heads were severed by the sword's edge.

The enormous tiger head rolled off, its body gushing blood, and it collapsed with a thud.

"?!"

Min Tao and his group's pupils contracted sharply, and they opened their mouths but couldn't utter a word.

Did he kill Bingyi with a single blow?

Even if it was already injured, it shouldn't be this fragile... Just who is this mysterious young man before us!
Wang Xi raised his hand and grabbed.

Inside the carcass of the strange beast, a round, blue ice bead the size of a ping-pong ball was magically summoned.

"Extreme Cold Inner Core: The essence condensed within the body of the otherworldly beast "Bingyi," containing a trace of the "Winter Solstice" solar term."

"May I ask who this distinguished senior is?" Min Tao took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice.

Wang Xi played with the inner core, one hand behind his back, and calmly said:
"The true successor of the Ink Sword Studio, Wang Xizhi."

"Um?!"

Min Tao's pupils contracted sharply, and the faces of all the Winter Gate disciples turned deathly pale instantly.

Mo Jian Zhai...

The true teachings!

This person came specifically for them!
"Run!"

Min Tao was breathing heavily, and despite the blood gushing from his mouth and nose, he opened his mouth and roared.

The group of white-clad swordsmen acted in perfect unison, scattering and fleeing in all directions in the next second, transforming into sword lights and flying away.

Where do you want to go?

Wang Xi grinned, slowly spreading his five fingers.

The magical threads instantly formed a net that enveloped the area, and more than a dozen Winter Gate disciples immediately crashed into the invisible barrier, like insects caught in a spider web, unable to move.

They were forced to reveal themselves from the sword light, and all of them showed expressions of horror.

"Wang Xizhi!" Min Tao's eyes widened in fury upon seeing this. "Even if you kill us all today, the Ink Sword Sect will be wiped out by the great cultivators of my Heavenly Alliance sooner or later!"

"There's no need to say anything more about threats."

Wang Xi said calmly.

"Let me send you on your way."

Having said that, he flicked his finger.

The white jade sword beam shot out, and Min Tao and his group felt their scalps tingle.

They wanted to fight to the death, but were shocked to find that under the sword's edge, they couldn't even move a finger.

The gap in strength between the two sides is too large!
But at this moment.

A streak of icy blue sword light descended from the sky and collided with the white jade sword light.

Clang! !

The magical energy surged, stirring up a cold wind.

"Young friend Wang, isn't your killing intent a bit too strong?"

A slightly aged, indifferent voice echoed.

Wang Xi turned his head and saw a sword light rushing from the horizon, followed by an old man in green robes appearing a hundred meters away.

This man had white hair and beard, and wore a silver-patterned short sword at his waist.

"Elder Ye Songde of the Winter Gate of the Heavenly Alliance (Hostile/Title 2-Star/Elite)"

Elder Ye!

One of the disciples exclaimed in surprise.

"Great! Elder Ye has arrived!"

"We are saved!"

Even Min Tao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

So what if it's the true teachings of Mo Jian Zhai?

Even if that young man is a great cultivator, he is definitely no match for Elder Ye!

After all, the Winter Gate Swordsmen are particularly skilled in combat.

"Me? With a murderous intent?"

Wang Xi pointed to himself, smiled, and shook his head.

"We can't compare to your Heavenly Alliance, which dares to indiscriminately intercept and kill disciples of various immortal sects."

"Survival of the fittest is the law of nature, just like the changing seasons and the alternation of seasons in the mortal world... We are merely following the law of nature and cultivating ourselves on our journey."

Ye Songde said in a very serious tone.

Wang Xi was amused: "If that's the case, then killing them would be a matter of natural selection, following the laws of nature. How come it becomes a bloodthirsty act in your mouth?"

“This is not the same.” Ye Songde shook his head. “Young friend Wang, our Heavenly Alliance acts on behalf of Heaven, eliminating evil seedlings to purify the path of immortality and prevent the hidden danger of demonization. But you slaughtered out of personal grudges, which is nothing more than venting your anger. How can you confuse the two?”

Wang Xi raised an eyebrow, completely baffled by the old man's twisted logic and double standards.

Good guy.

The Heavenly Alliance kills on behalf of Heaven, purifying the path of immortality; others seek revenge as mere venting of anger…

Do the various immortal sects in the secluded world have to kowtow to you?

Thank you for killing my sect's worthless disciple?
"You old codger, I said a few words to you and you actually started acting like that."

Wang Xi suppressed his smile and said indifferently.

"Save that excuse for your next life."

With that, he casually waved his hand.

A burst of white jade sword light shot out.

call out--

"Heh, the true teachings of Mo Jian Zhai?" Ye Songde smiled, one hand behind his back, the other drawing a silver-patterned short sword from his waist. "I was just about to learn from your skills, young friend."

bass! !

A curtain of icy blue sword swept across, instantly cleaving the white jade sword beam in two!

"Elder Ye is incredibly powerful!"

"A firefly's light dares to rival the moon's brilliance! How laughable that the Ink Sword Sect dares to challenge my Heavenly Alliance's Winter Gate with a sword fight!"

"How delightful!"

"kill him!"

Upon seeing this, the disciples were greatly encouraged.

However, the next second.

The white jade sword light, which had been cut in half in mid-air, flickered and split into four, then into eight.

Eight beams of white jade sword light attacked the green-robed old man from all directions.

"Sword light splitting?"

Ye Songde sneered.

"Little tricks."

He swung his sword again.

The icy blue sword curtain forcefully descended, crushing the eight white jade sword beams.

Boom! !
Before the disciples could even rejoice, the eight sword beams shattered and then multiplied again, from eight to sixteen, from sixteen to thirty-two, and so on.

In the end, it turned into a sky full of white starlight.

"?!"

Ye Songde's relaxed expression suddenly changed into disbelief.

He made a quick decision, made a hand gesture, and threw the short sword in his hand: "Heaven sighs at the cold of winter!"

hum-

Behind the old man, a three-zhang-long sword-shaped external Dharma image condensed, its blade covered with intricate array patterns, exuding a chilling aura.

Faced with the overwhelming sword light, Ye Songde finally dared not underestimate it and was forced to summon his own external form.

Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo——

Countless white jade sword beams fell, and Ye Songde roared "Slash!" as he swung his giant sword horizontally forward.

Boom! !
A sword in the clear sky.

The countless sword beams were annihilated by it.

The disciples were awestruck by the grand scale of the battle and watched with bated breath.

Seeing Elder Ye regain the upper hand, they couldn't help but show their joy.

Available in the next second.

A pitch-black figure, eight feet tall, appeared out of thin air, its massive hand crashing down and forcefully grabbing the giant sword.

Clang!
"?!"

Ye Songde was completely stunned.

He looked up and saw that the man behind the young man was tall and dark-skinned, wearing a crown and fine clothes, holding a book and a pen... as if he were a judge of the underworld.

Ye Songde had been cultivating for over a hundred years, but he had never seen such a massive Dharma form.

The pressure from the other party made it difficult for him to even breathe.

"I am the True Man Xuanlong, who commands the righteous energy of the Nine Heavens and is responsible for suppressing demons. You evil cultivators have deviated from the Dao and disrupted the natural order, and have fallen into demonic possession. You deserve to be executed without mercy."

The pitch-black Dharma image spoke, uttering a solemn voice.

Its sound was like thunder, booming and rumbling.

Everyone present, including Ye Songde, was shocked.

"The white jade sword is coming—"

With a wave of his hand, Faxiang sent a ten-meter-long jade python slithering past, which transformed into a giant white jade sword.

It was immediately cut down.

"No!!" Ye Songde was filled with fear and tried to escape, but he was engulfed by white light in the next second.

Before Min Tao and his disciples could even mourn Elder Ye, a white light swept past.

There were no screams, no gasps of alarm.

They all vanished into silence.

(End of this chapter)