One person: Starting with the Snow Drinking Blade

Feng Baobao's body trembled violently, as if struck by an invisible hammer. The color drained from her face instantly, leaving it as pale as fine rice paper. She lowered her head, staring blankly at the black, blood-stained cone protruding from her chest, and blinked.

Then, she raised her head again, looking at Zhang Chulan, who was completely dazed and pale at the conference table. Her eyes were still empty, but they clearly reflected a trace of pure confusion. Her voice was very soft, as soft as a feather falling to the ground:

"You told me not to move... I won't move."

Crimson blood, drop by drop, fell silently from the cold, black tip of the cone, spreading a small, glaring dark red stain on the expensive, dark carpet.

Time seemed to have been paused at this moment by some invisible force.

Nie Lingfeng remained frozen in the position after swinging his sword, his gaze fixed on the dragon-pecking cone that had pierced Feng Baobao's shoulder, on her instantly pale face, on the bewilderment in her eyes that held a hint of "I obeyed," and on the silently dripping blood...

Then, slowly, very slowly, he turned his head.

His gaze fell on Jia Zhengyu, whose face still bore the marks of ferocity and a hint of triumph.

The Qilin tattoo on his chest, at this moment, is burning hot!

Like a red-hot iron pressed hard against his heart! A violent, intense, ancient, and ferocious aura filled with endless killing desire erupted from the deepest part of his body, like a sleeping ancient beast suddenly awakening!

"you……"

Nie Lingfeng's voice changed. It was no longer the usual gentle or calm one, but a hoarse voice, like that of someone scraped up from the deepest abyss of extreme cold, carrying the smell of ice and blood.

"try to find……"

His tracksuit billowed and rustled even without wind. The temperature in the conference room began to drop eerily, and intricate frost flowers visibly formed on the windowpanes. The glass water glasses on the table, which hadn't fallen over, cracked one after another with a series of crisp "crack, crack" sounds—not from being frozen, but from being shattered by the force generated by the sudden clash between the extreme cold and extreme heat within his body!

"die……!!!"

The last word was uttered like a thunderclap!

Jia Zhengyu was so shocked by the sudden, palpable, and terrifying aura that his blood surged. He uncontrollably took three steps back, and the smug look on his face was instantly replaced by horror. His pupils shrank to pinpoints: "You... what exactly are you...?"

"Ready..." Nie Lingfeng slowly straightened up, each word seemingly squeezed out from between icy teeth, "How...are you dead?"

He gripped the hilt of the Snow Drinking Blade with his right hand.

"Clang—!!!"

The dragon's roar as the long sword was drawn was clear and cold, instantly drowning out all the noise in the conference room!

The moment the Snow Drinking Blade was fully drawn, the air on the entire floor seemed to freeze and be sucked out! Everyone felt their breath catch in their throats, and an invisible, bone-chilling cold seeped into their pores, instantly stiffening their limbs and bones, as if even their thoughts were frozen and slowed down! It was an "absolute cold" that transcended ordinary low temperatures and went straight to the soul!

Jia Zhengyu's face turned deathly pale. He finally realized that he had provoked a monster he absolutely could not afford to offend! His survival instinct made him roar, squeezing out every last bit of energy from his body, and pushing his palms forward frantically. The energy of the Rushing Palm technique poured out without reservation, forming a pale blue, violently rotating vortex of energy in front of him, attempting a final, desperate struggle!

"Young man! Show mercy!" Feng Zhenghao's exclamation finally rang out. He realized that Nie Lingfeng's extreme abnormality was not ordinary anger. "Stop him!"

Xu Si also abandoned his nonchalant expression and looked at Nie Lingfeng with a serious expression—the latter's eyes were turning from deep black to an ominous, blood-red color at a visible speed! It wasn't the red of someone who had been staying up all night and whose eyes were bloodshot; it was the pure, violent, and murderous color of a primordial beast!

But Xu Si didn't move.

Instead, he grinned, revealing a chilling, emotionless smile. His gaze swept over the other restless members of the World Society, finally settling on Feng Zhenghao's face: "Chairman Feng, I'm really sorry, but I'm... feeling a bit 'off' myself right now. How about you find someone to stretch my muscles with me?"

"Xu Si! You!" Feng Zhenghao was furious, but Xu Si's undisguised threatening posture forced him to suppress the urge to attack immediately.

Just then, Nie Lingfeng made a move.

There are no complicated starting moves, no dazzling techniques.

He simply gripped the knife with both hands, took a step forward, raised the knife overhead, and then—chopped it down!

A knife!

A simple, unadorned vertical slash.

But the moment that slash was unleashed, everyone's vision in the conference room was distorted! It was as if space itself was subdued and severed by that single strike!

A highly refined, dazzling, icy blue blade of energy, like an aurora falling from the heavens or the sharp edge of an ancient glacier breaking apart, tore through the air and emitted a shrill whistle like a ghost's wail, slashing down towards Jia Zhengyu!

Wherever the blade's energy passed, the air froze, leaving behind fine ice crystal trails that distorted the light!

Jia Zhengyu's pale blue Qi vortex, which he had exerted all his strength to create, was as fragile as a soap bubble in the sunlight in the face of this icy blue blade energy!

"boom--!!!!!"

A terrifying, deafening explosion!

The moment the blade energy made contact with the vortex of Qi, the latter couldn't even last a fraction of a second, instantly shattering and annihilating! The remaining force of the icy blue blade energy did not diminish, and it slammed heavily into the ground in front of Jia Zhengyu!

The hard marble floor was slashed open like tofu, creating a terrifying trench half a meter deep and several meters long! The rubble wasn't blasted away, but rather instantly frozen into ice shards by the extreme cold, then shredded into dust by the violent blade energy, turning into a pervasive icy mist!

Although Jia Zhengyu avoided being directly struck by the blade due to the obstruction of the Qi vortex and his subconscious dodge, the aftershocks of the blade's energy and the terrifying, life-extinguishing chill still slammed into him solidly!

"Pfft—!" He coughed up a mouthful of blood, which condensed into red ice crystals in mid-air as it left his body. He was sent flying backward as if struck head-on by an invisible battering ram, crashing violently into the thick floor-to-ceiling glass window of the conference room!

"Splash—!"

The tempered glass shattered into countless particles, which, under the moonlight and the city's neon lights, resembled a dazzling yet deadly rain of crystals. Jia Zhengyu's upper body was hanging nearly a hundred meters in the air, only managing to avoid a direct fall by clinging to the edge of the broken window frame with one hand. His face was ashen, a large section of his chest was caved in, clearly indicating that more than one rib was broken, and blood mixed with icy shards kept spilling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with boundless fear and despair.

But Nie Lingfeng had no intention of giving up.

The mad blood burning within him roared, urged, and craved more destruction and slaughter!

He moved with lightning speed, appearing as if teleported to the broken window.

Wind God Leg Killer Move - Torrential Rain and Gale!

With a sharp whistling sound as his right foot tore through the air, he kicked Jia Zhengyu's wrist, which was clinging tightly to the window frame, like a battle axe!

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bones cracking was enough to make your teeth ache.

Jia Zhengyu let out a miserable scream as his wrist bent at an unnatural angle, unable to support himself any longer, and he fell downwards!

But Nie Lingfeng seemed to think that wasn't enough.

He loosened his grip on the hilt of the knife with his left hand, fingers together, palm down, and pressed down on the falling Jia Zhengyu from a distance—

The ultimate technique of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm: Overwhelming Force!

The powerful palm strike was unleashed from a distance, not to save anyone, but to accelerate and precisely strike Jia Zhengyu's abdomen!

"puff!"

As if hit by a high-speed train, Jia Zhengyu's descent accelerated suddenly. Blood gushed from his mouth like a fountain, his abdomen caved in deeply, and he flew through a tragic parabola for more than ten meters before crashing heavily against the wall at the other end of the conference room with a loud "boom"!

The wall, adorned with expensive wallpaper, was dented deeply, leaving a large, human-shaped crater, and spiderweb-like cracks spread out instantly. Jia Zhengyu slid off the wall like a rag doll, collapsing to the ground, motionless. His body was covered in a thick layer of white frost, his exposed skin an unnatural bluish-purple, his breath so faint it was almost imperceptible, each breath carrying blood and ice shards—he was truly on the verge of death.

Nie Lingfeng, carrying the Snow Drinking Blade that still exuded a chilling aura, walked step by step toward Jia Zhengyu, who was slumped on the ground.

His eyes had turned a chilling crimson, like two blood-red flames burning in the depths of hell. The dam of reason was being breached by his raging killing intent, and only one voice, louder and clearer than ever, remained in his mind:

kill.

Kill the person who dared to hurt his friend.

Kill everyone who stands in your way.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

He slowly raised the Snow Drinking Blade, its tip aimed at Jia Zhengyu's unsuspecting throat.

Just a gentle push...

"Little Wind".

A voice rang out.

Very calm, even with a hint of dazedness as if just woken up.

It's Feng Baobao.

She remained standing there, the black dragon-pecking dagger still embedded in her left shoulder, its blood staining half of her t-shirt. Her face was pale, and fine beads of cold sweat glistened on her forehead, but her eyes were unusually clear. She looked at Nie Lingfeng's back as he raised his knife, then at the obstruction in her shoulder, before raising her head to look at Nie Lingfeng.

"I'm hungry," she said, her tone as flat as if she were stating, "The sky is blue."

Nie Lingfeng's raised knife paused almost imperceptibly.

"I want to go back and get something to eat," Feng Baobao said again, her voice not loud, but strangely penetrating the heavy killing intent and icy chill in the conference room. "I want hot pot. Spicy."

Nie Lingfeng froze on the spot.

The burning crimson flame in his mind, urging him to destroy everything, seemed to be suddenly blown by a gentle breeze carrying the aroma of food, and it flickered and swayed.

That surging, violent killing intent that almost completely devoured him began to... loosen.

No, it doesn't disappear on its own.