Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

As he trudged through the wind and snow, Ross quickly began to think.

A year ago at this time, he had used a family quota to enter the Snow Mountain Wonderland once.

Although he only lingered on the periphery that time, the experience allowed him to gain a wealth of practical experience and many rare and extraordinary items.

He even found a cultivation material that could provide auxiliary benefits to those at the second-tier extraordinary level during that period.

His goal this time was extremely clear:

First, he used the power of his retainers to kill Xilun with swift and decisive action, thus eliminating any future trouble.

Then, he planned to follow the direction of his previous memories and venture deeper into this wonderland to access those more advanced resources.

"Young master, judging from the direction of these footprints, he did not linger on the plains to search for the scattered frost grass, but instead headed deeper into the plains."

The retainers followed behind, reporting in hushed tones.

Ross pulled a tattered map drawn on parchment from his pocket.

This is a map of the wondrous terrain, painstakingly pieced together by generations of the Ocelli family.

He unfolded the map against the wind and snow, ran his finger across it, and pondered:

"The direction Xilun went... was straight inwards."

Look at the markings here; besides an insurmountable snow-capped mountain, there's only a large, perpetually unfrozen glacial lake.

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Ross's eyes, and he sneered, "Is Xilun going to try his luck at the Great Ice Lake? That makes sense."

He recalled his intelligence investigation of Xilun and snorted coldly:

"I remember that Xilun's previous job in the South District was as a dock guard. I heard that he was an excellent swimmer and could hold his breath underwater for a very long time."

"It seems this peasant intends to use his meager advantages to avoid the land-dwelling monsters and explore the lake."

"Unfortunately, he didn't know that the frozen lake was the real death trap." Ross put away the map, his eyes growing increasingly cold.

Just then, a stronger gust of wind, accompanied by large hailstones, came crashing down.

Ross frowned and immediately circulated the power of his internal energy to form an invisible wall of energy in front of him, blocking the wind and snow that were attacking like hidden weapons.

He looked at the increasingly gloomy, heavy, leaden clouds in the sky, as if they were about to press down, and muttered something unconsciously:

"Strange... the snowstorm in this wonderland seems much heavier than last year."

The aged retainers behind him also stopped, looked up at the sky, and a trace of solemnity finally flashed in their previously lifeless eyes:

"Young master, it's not just that the wind and snow have gotten heavier."

The laws within the field seemed more violent than ever before, and the spiritual molecules in the air were screaming.

We need to speed things up and finish this quickly, otherwise, if we get caught up in this rare snowstorm, even I won't be able to escape unscathed.

"Then let's not waste our time!"

Ross drew the longsword from his waist, which radiated a scorching heat. The high temperature of the blade instantly evaporated the falling snowflakes into white mist.

"Today, the Great Glacial Lake is that commoner's graveyard!"

The two increased their speed again, rushing towards the snow-covered mountain along the footprints that were gradually being buried by the wind and snow.

……

The vast expanse of heaven and earth was a uniform pale white.

The howling wind whipped up large clumps of ice and snow like pebbles, which slammed hard into Xilun's cheeks.

The faint black figure, shrouded in the swirling snow, resembled an insignificant ant.

At this very moment, he was braving the extreme cold that could freeze an ordinary person instantly, slowly moving forward in this distorted space.

The surrounding area was filled with violent laws, pressing down on every inch of skin.

As Xilun stepped into the knee-deep snow, he felt as if he had become a speck of dust in the world.

He raised his head, his dark eyes gazing thoughtfully at the majestic snow-capped mountain that was faintly visible deep within the snowstorm.

I really don't know what earth-shattering level one must cultivate to reach in order to withstand such terrifying divine might.

Not to mention, this vast and boundless wonderland was itself created by a mysterious scholar.

It changed the world and froze the wind and snow.

Such miraculous abilities are probably no less powerful than those mythical creatures with twisted reason in legends.

Xilun sighed inwardly.

He surveyed the view obscured by the storm, only able to vaguely discern the outline of a towering, snow-capped mountain in front of him.

He was completely in the dark in this strange place, with no information to support him.

Since there was no other way, we could only climb up the most conspicuous snow mountain and try our luck to see if we could find the so-called tranquil snow lotus.

As he was pondering this, Xilun's ears suddenly twitched.

Amid the wind and snow, there seemed to be a very subtle, unusual tremor.

He frowned, but his steps didn't falter at all. He only glanced at the cold white mist behind him out of the corner of his eye.

Clang... clang...

Heavy, hurried footsteps were approaching frantically from behind, making no attempt to conceal their presence.

Xilun narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, his violent blood and qi quietly circulating within his body.

He looked around, his gaze passing through a few withered snow-covered trees, and saw a huge frozen lake in front of him.

The lake was not completely frozen; large and small ice blocks floated along the edges, and the dark lake water rippled eerily in the cold wind.

As Xilun approached the glacial lake, he took off his black leather gloves and extended his fingers to test the water temperature.

"hiss……"

He smacked his lips and raised an eyebrow slightly.

So cold.

The chill in the lake seemed to possess a life of its own, desperately drilling into my bones through my fingertips.

However, with the constant heat provided by the adaptive internal organs, coupled with the strong defense of the bone-forged iron armor, this kind of severe cold was still bearable.

He pondered for a moment, then slowly straightened up and gazed quietly at the dark and deep lake, as if admiring a beautiful painting.

Moments later, the wind and snow were violently torn apart.

Two figures, shrouded in intense killing intent, finally emerged from the white mist behind them.

A chilling, triumphant laugh pierced the howling wind.

"I've finally found you!"

Ross wore an extremely expensive fox fur coat, his handsome face contorted with extreme excitement.

"You walk fast, like a rat in the sewer."

Ross approached slowly, his eyes filled with condescending arrogance and cruelty. "Weren't you so smug outside? Why are you running away with your tail between your legs now?"

Xilun turned around slowly, his deep gaze sweeping over the two figures.

Rose, and that old retainer who always lagged half a step behind him, his aura as deep as the ocean.

"Isn't this Young Master Ross and your lackey?"

A mocking smile played on Xilun's lips as he chuckled, "What a coincidence. To meet in this vast and wondrous realm is quite a twist of fate."

Tiros raised his chin and stared intently at the young man in black in front of him.

He grew increasingly disgusted with the other person's attitude.

Such a lowly commoner background, yet so confident.

He's just a newly promoted knight who got lucky!

There are at least thirty, if not fifty, knights like this serving the Ocelli family!

Ross snorted coldly, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist: "Silen, do you really think our encounter this time was purely accidental?"

"Isn't that right?"

Siren feigned surprise, resting his chin on his hand, his eyes full of mockery. "Do you think I'm all alone in this godforsaken place, with no one to rely on, and intend to bully the weak, trample on the laws of the Empire, and disregard the Church's grudges, and specifically come to deal with me?"

"No way, really? The heir to a prestigious baronial family wouldn't stoop to such a despicable act, would he?"

Ross's face darkened abruptly, and he sneered, "No matter how eloquent you are, you'll all be going to hell today!"

Clang!

He drew the cross-shaped blade from his hand.

The weapon resembled both a knife and a sword, its entire body glowing red, yet its blade gleamed with an eerie, pitch-black luster.

As the blood and qi were injected, a layer of dark red, murderous aura suddenly ignited on the cross-shaped blade. Before the snowflakes falling around could even get close, they were evaporated into nothingness by the scorching temperature.

Xilun remained unmoved, saying calmly, "I don't understand. We have no past grievances, nor any present enmity."

"I am, after all, a formal knight appointed by the Empire and the Church. Even if you are a member of the Baron's family, as a fellow knight, even if you are not required to bow, you should at least maintain proper etiquette. Yet now you want to kill me. Why is that?"

Ross was furious, his chest heaving violently.

"You peasant's tongue is certainly sharp!"

He roared furiously, "Seeing that you're about to die a gruesome death, I'll take pity on you and let you die knowing why!"

"You not only harmed my brother at the club, but you also made me lose face twice in front of everyone!"

"You damned wretch, today I'll send you to the cauldron of boiling oil in hell to think carefully about how you want to be a dog in your next life!"

Upon hearing this, Xilun blinked innocently.

"Your brother?"

He drawled, "Could it be that narrow-minded, petty person, Robert, who always bullied newcomers in the club, only to lose control in the end because of his own incompetence and the backlash from his extraordinary power?"

"No way, really?"

Xiren shook his head dramatically, "As a direct descendant of the prestigious Ocelli family, how could he have such a despicable character?"

"As for you—"

Xilun's eyes instantly turned icy cold, "and he was even more arrogant and presumptuous, talking nonsense about hierarchy."

Despite having mediocre talent, he has lofty ambitions.

"He's in his twenties, and he can't even beat me, a teenager."

"Your family really live with such a big ego, you have no self-awareness at all."

Rose has always had a very high opinion of himself.

He never doubted his extraordinary talent and firmly believed that he was born different from others.

However, at this very moment, his most cherished bottom line was mercilessly torn to shreds and utterly discredited by Xilun in front of his retainers.

He believed he had cultivated a good temperament and was rarely provoked by outsiders.

However, this time, he was enraged by the harsh insults.

His face instantly turned a deep liver color, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"You little beast, you're asking for it!"

Ross's murderous aura surged, and he let out a beast-like roar. He then gripped his blades with both hands, frantically stomped through the snow, and charged towards Xilun.

boom!

A surge of violent storm power erupted from the cross-shaped blade, creating a small strangulation vortex at the edge.

He had already gone all out with this move.

Under the unreserved power of the extraordinary being at the pinnacle, the blade light crashed down like a dark red lightning bolt.

The gale was forcibly cleaved open, and the surface of the surrounding icy lake trembled violently under this terrifying pressure, stirring up layers of waves.

Faced with this powerful and heavy strike, Xilun merely sneered.

He suddenly reached behind him with his right hand and instantly grabbed the heavy alloy gun disguised as a black umbrella.

The immense power of blood and qi poured into the gun like a flood bursting its banks.

Instead of retreating, Xilun advanced, suddenly exerting force from his waist. The heavy spear tore through the air, emitting a tooth-grinding shriek, and slammed fiercely towards the descending cross blade.

when--!!

A deafening explosion resounded on the lakeside.

The moment the two clashed, the raging snowstorm around them paused for an extremely brief moment.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying shockwave swept outwards in a ring shape.

The snow within a ten-meter radius was cut open and evaporated by the violent force, and large swaths of white mist surged up, completely obscuring the view.

The old retainer watching from the sidelines frowned and his body tensed slightly.

He stared nervously into the depths of the white mist, his withered fingers clenched into eagle claws.

He didn't know whether he should make a move at this moment.

With his discerning eye as a second-tier extraordinary being, he could immediately see that Xilun at this moment could be described as a stubborn inner demon in Young Master Ross's heart.

If young master Ross could kill Xiren with his own strength, it would not only resolve his inner demons but also greatly increase his confidence in cultivating his extraordinary path.

This has an immeasurable advantage for the extraordinary path to climbing to higher levels later.

After all, to achieve something extraordinary, one must cultivate both physical strength and character.

If you are always timid and hesitant in actual combat, doubting yourself and being afraid of this and that, you will never achieve anything great.

Any extraordinary person who can become famous in a region must have an unquestionable and invincible self-confidence.

As the old man pondered, a muffled roar suddenly came from within the white mist.

The gun fell with a thud!

The next moment, torn apart by the shockwave, Xilun leaped up, gripped the butt of the gun with both hands, and like a demon god descending to earth, swept the gun down.

Rose's cross blade was smashed high into the air, leaving his defense wide open.

The heavy spear slammed into Ross's waist and abdomen.

With a bone-chilling cracking sound, Ross coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

boom!

He crashed heavily into a snowdrift more than ten meters away, his expensive leather coat torn open, and warm blood sizzled out.

Dark red bloodstains were splattered across the pristine white ground, a shocking sight.

The old man was suddenly startled, a look of disbelief and astonishment flashing in his eyes.

Ross struggled to his feet, his face contorted in pain, the crossblade in his hand trembling violently.

"impossible……"

He roared incredulously, his eyes bloodshot, "You commoner... how could you possibly have made such great progress in such a short time!"

Xilun propped his spear on the ground and laughed contemptuously, "Nothing is impossible in this world."

"Do you know about Blood Elixir?"

Xilun raised an eyebrow and slowly took out an exquisite, specially made metal canister from the tactical pouch at his waist.

He unscrewed the cap, revealing a dark red plaster inside that emitted a strong aura of blood and qi, and waved it in front of the two of them.

"I have plenty here."

After a brief display, Xilun snapped the lid shut and calmly put it away.

Ross stared intently at Xilen as she put away the jar, the pain in his eyes instantly suppressed by boundless greed.

It's actually Blood Spirit Ointment!

That was an extremely valuable general-purpose cultivation potion controlled by the military!

Even as the heir to the Ocelli family, his annual share is not much.

This lowly commoner actually possesses such a treasure, and judging from his tone, he seems to have quite a lot of it!

Yes, no wonder this little brat could improve so quickly!

It must have been the forceful enhancement from a large amount of Blood Spirit Ointment that gave him such astonishing strength!

Ross's breathing became rapid, his eyes filled with a frenzied killing intent and greed.