A person sacrifices himself to become a saint in a chaotic world of martial arts.

This is his trump card – the Diancang Sect's ultimate technique, "Frost Sword Art". Even though his strength is greatly diminished now, if he were to unleash this move, even a sixth-level Divine Power Realm cultivator would find it absolutely difficult to withstand.

Wherever the sword pointed, the wild grass in the corner was covered with a strange white frost. The grass blades drooped down at a speed visible to the naked eye, with tiny ice crystals hanging from the tips of the blades. They gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight, as if they had been frozen solid in an instant, and even the stems became brittle and hard.

Su Bai's heart skipped a beat. The terrifying sword intent rushed towards him as if it were a tangible force, sharp and incomparably cold, like countless ice needles piercing his skin.

His hair stood on end, a chill ran down his back, and his spine felt like it had been filled with a bucket of ice water.

That sense of danger was like a thorn in my back, as if I were being stared at by a venomous snake. Even breathing became difficult, and every inhale felt like swallowing a knife.

He stared intently at the increasingly bright sword light in his opponent's hand. A hazy white mist began to emanate from the blade, and tiny ice crystals even condensed and shattered at the tip. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, slowly sliding down his brow and blurring his vision, but he dared not blink, fearing that the moment would be a matter of life and death.

Whoosh!

A thin, thread-like ray of light appeared suddenly without warning, so fast it was almost invisible. It flashed by in the moonlight and then plunged into An Wuyu's body.

"Ah!" An Wuyu screamed, his shrill voice piercing the silent night sky and startling the crows roosting in the distance. His body stiffened abruptly, as if struck by lightning, and he trembled violently, nearly dropping his longsword.

It's a hidden weapon!

Just as he was about to rush over and deal with Su Bai, he never expected Su Bai to suddenly be so insidious, using a hidden weapon at this critical moment of life and death. What's more, the skill level of this hidden weapon was ridiculously high, almost without any warning.

He was already seriously injured, with both qi and blood depleted, and his senses were far less sharp than usual. In addition, he was using his ultimate move and concentrating all his mind on the sword, causing his internal energy to circulate wildly. For a moment, he was hit by the attack.

A thin needle pierced his left leg, as fine as a hair, entering the flesh silently, yet instantly causing his entire left leg to lose sensation. The numbness spread rapidly like a tide, as if that limb no longer belonged to him, and even his blood had congealed.

He staggered, his body swaying violently, almost falling over. He suddenly stretched out his left hand and gripped the wall next to him with his five fingers to barely steady himself.

He tore off a handful of dirt and moss from the rough wall, which fell through his fingers, mingling with the blood seeping from under his fingernails.

Swish!

The blade flashed!

Split Mount Hua in two!

Su Bai pressed his advantage, unleashing the Cloud Chasing Shadow technique to its fullest extent. His footsteps were so fast they were almost invisible. With a light touch of his boots on the ground, he floated out like a ghost, quickly circling behind An Wuyu and then delivering a powerful slash with his broadsword!

The blade whistled sharply as it sliced ​​through the air, its edge flashing a chilling light in the moonlight as it aimed straight for the back of the opponent's neck.

An Wuyu's pupils dilated violently, shrinking to the size of pinpoints in an instant, reflecting the rapidly approaching glint of a blade deep within them. He endured the excruciating pain and numbness in his leg, whirled around, and raised his longsword, the blade tracing an arc in the dim light, preparing to parry this fatal blow.

Whoosh!

Just as the swords were about to clash, Su Bai suddenly raised his hand again, and several bone-piercing needles shot out silently from his sleeve!

The rain was as fine as rain, almost invisible in the night, with only a very faint sound of it tearing through the air, like the fluttering of mosquito wings or the snapping of silk. Then he retreated rapidly, pushing off with his feet and sliding backward, instantly creating distance. His boots left two shallow tracks on the ground, raising a fine cloud of dust.

It turns out that Su Bai's powerful splitting of Mount Hua was a feint; his real intention was to continue launching hidden weapons.

An Wuyu's mobility was greatly reduced; his left leg almost dragged on the ground, his toe carving a shallow, bloody gash – a gruesome sight. This was the perfect opportunity to strike while An Wuyu was down.

The few needles were almost invisible in the night, only occasionally flashing a faint light under the moonlight, and the sound of them cutting through the air was barely audible.

However, this time An Wuyu was prepared.

He clenched his teeth, blood seeping from his gums, and tasted blood in his mouth. He swung his longsword with all his might, the sword light weaving a dense, impenetrable curtain in front of him, the blade whistling as it cut through the air.

A few crisp clangs of metal clashing rang out, sparks flying, flashing briefly in the darkness to illuminate his狰狞扭扭 (zhengning - ferocious and twisted) face. Veins bulged on his forehead, snaking like earthworms, his eyes almost spitting fire, his lips trembling slightly with rage, and saliva mixed with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it! You dare to use hidden weapons? The same trick doesn't work on me!" An Wuyu roared, his voice hoarse and fierce, a beast-like growl emanating from deep within his throat. He dragged his crippled leg, barely managing to steady his swaying body. His breathing grew heavier and heavier, his chest heaving violently like a bellows, each breath pulling at his wound and bringing excruciating pain.

However, Su Bai ignored the warnings and continued to act in this manner.

Sometimes he would lunge forward as if to slash, or push off with his feet as if to pounce, the blade flashing before he withdrew, his eyes fierce and resolute; other times he would retreat, raising his hand in a feint, his sleeves fluttering slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips.

The repeated attacks, some real and some fake, forced An Wuyu to react repeatedly, pushing his nerves to the limit.

Sweat streamed down An Wuyu's face, forming large beads on his chin before dripping to the ground and shattering into eight pieces. His breathing grew heavier, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest. Each time he raised his arm, it was incredibly difficult. The injury to his leg made his movements increasingly sluggish, and each turn was a staggering, agonizing struggle.

He clenched his teeth, blood seeping from his gums and dripping down the corners of his mouth onto his chest. His eyes were bloodshot, his eyeballs filled with blood vessels, as if they were about to bleed.

With a series of feints and real hidden weapons, Su Bai repeatedly feinted and launched surprise attacks, until An Wuyu finally couldn't hold on any longer.

Su Bai feinted with his blade once more, the light flashing before he withdrew it, the edge almost grazing An Wuyu's nose. He instinctively swung his sword to parry, the blade held horizontally in front of him, but he forgot to guard against the unpredictable hidden weapon.

With two sharp, swift sounds, two thin needles silently pierced his right shoulder and side, penetrating deep into his flesh, almost reaching his bone marrow.

He groaned, his body swaying like a candle flickering in the wind, on the verge of collapse. His longsword nearly fell to the ground; the tip barely touched the earth before he managed to lift it again, the blade leaving a thin mark on the blue bricks, sparks flying. He gasped for breath, his throat making a rumbling, bellows-like sound.

He was hit by several more hidden weapons, and seven or eight thin needles were stuck all over his body, gleaming faintly in the moonlight, their ends trembling slightly. His movements became increasingly sluggish, his steps unsteady, and blood flowed down his arms and legs, pooling on the ground, gleaming dark red in the moonlight, thick and glaring, emitting a strong stench of blood.