Star Martial Soaring Cloud

At the same time, Yunfei had already turned around and sprinted towards the entrance of the valley without looking back!

"Senior Brother Zhao, you hold him off for a while, I'll go find Senior Brother Feng and Senior Brother Lin to help!" His voice echoed in the valley, but he had already rushed dozens of feet away.

Wang Xiao raised an eyebrow slightly.

This scene was somewhat unexpected for him.

He had thought that even though the disciples of the Immortal Palace were arrogant and hypocritical, there would at least be some affection between them.

But what he saw completely shattered his understanding—in order to escape, they actually used their fellow disciples as shields and threw them at the enemy!

Are these the disciples of the Arctic Immortal Palace?

He watched Yun Fei's departing figure, then glanced at Zhao Han, who was hurtling towards him, and a faint sense of mockery welled up in his heart.

"They keep talking about camaraderie among fellow disciples, but in times of crisis, they only care about saving their own lives, even betraying their fellow disciples—they really live up to the title of 'immortal'! Why are all the immortal palace disciples I encounter..."

He sidestepped Zhao Han, avoiding the oncoming attack, and let Zhao Han's body crash heavily to the ground.

Zhao Han struggled to get up, but the previous serious injury, coupled with the fall, left him weak and unable to stand up.

He lay prone in the rubble, struggling to lift his head to look in the direction where Yunfei had disappeared, his eyes filled with unbelievable despair.

"Yun...Yunfei! You...how dare you..."

His lips trembled, and he wanted to curse, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

He recalled how the two of them started their training together, cultivated together, and ventured into the Demon Island together.

He once believed that the bond between fellow students and the friendship forged in adversity were the strongest ties.

But it was only at this moment that he realized that in the face of life and death, this so-called bond was nothing more than a thin piece of paper that could be torn at any time.

Wang Xiao glanced down at Zhao Han, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes.

He looked at Zhao Han quietly and said in a calm tone, "You are also a pitiful person. Go, I won't kill you."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

But at that moment, he paused, and his brows furrowed slightly.

wrong.

Zhao Han's aura is off.

He turned around and looked at Zhao Han, who was lying on the ground.

Zhao Han's body was trembling violently, his skin was flushed with an eerie red, his eyes were gradually becoming bloodshot and his gaze was becoming unfocused, yet it was filled with a crazy light!

"roar!"

Zhao Han suddenly raised his head and let out a roar like a wild beast!

His eyes had turned completely blood red, his face was contorted in a ferocious and twisted expression, drool dripped from the corner of his mouth, his veins bulged all over his body, his muscles swelled wildly, and he looked like a mad beast!

He struggled to his feet, completely ignoring Wang Xiao's good intentions.

Ignoring his injuries, his mind was filled only with the instinct to fight, and he charged madly towards Wang Xiao.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Zhao Han roared, his voice hoarse and frantic, his hands flailing wildly, blood even seeping from under his fingernails, his appearance extremely ferocious.

In that state, there was no trace of reason left, only the most primal killing instinct!

Wang Xiao's pupils constricted slightly.

His gaze swept across the area and landed on Zhao Han's chest—there, a faint grayish-white powder remained, emanating an eerie aura.

Mind-destroying powder!

Wang Xiaoxin felt a chill.

He finally understood what had happened.

The "Heart-Stealing Powder" is a drug used to numb the nerves. Small doses can treat injuries, but excessive doses can cause people to completely lose their minds, leaving only madness and the instinct to kill!

Presumably, Yunfei had already injected the mind-altering powder into Zhao Han's body at the same time he threw him out.

That Yunfei is truly ruthless and vicious to the extreme!

Not only did he use his fellow disciples as shields to throw at the enemy, but at the moment he threw Zhao Han out, he also injected a large amount of Mind-Destroying Powder into Zhao Han's body—it seeped directly into his internal organs, beyond the help of even a god!

This is to turn Zhao Han into a fighting madman who only knows how to fight, and eventually die from exhaustion, so as to buy more time for myself to escape!

"roar!"

Zhao Han had already rushed forward, his bloodied fists slamming wildly at Wang Xiao!

He could no longer feel pain; all that remained was the desire to tear everything in front of him to shreds!

Every punch was powerful and heavy, every punch was a desperate strike!

Wang Xiao frowned, dodging Zhao Han's frenzied attacks with a series of quick movements, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

Is it pity?

Is it a sigh?

Or was it Zhao Han's sudden outburst of ferocity that made him wary?

Perhaps, both are true.

He did not retaliate, but instead chose to dodge and avoid direct confrontation with Zhao Han.

Because he knew that if he made a move, the person in front of him would die in a daze.

If things have already come to this, and even death cannot allow one to be oneself, isn't that too cruel?

Zhao Han was now in a frenzied state, his attacks were completely haphazard and driven entirely by instinct.

Despite its great power, it is also very easy to dodge.

Wang Xiao moved with agility, displaying the Seven Star Rain Steps to its fullest extent, weaving around Zhao Han like a ghost and dodging every frenzied attack.

Zhao Han attacked frantically, roaring continuously, his vital energy and essence rapidly depleting.

His speed slowed down, his strength weakened, the color drained from his face, turning it as pale as paper, and more and more blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the ground and staining the soil red.

But he still didn't stop. His mind was filled with thoughts of killing. With his last bit of strength, he charged towards Wang Xiao.

In the valley, pebbles flew everywhere, and dust filled the air, leaving only Zhao Han's frantic roars and Wang Xiao's elusive figure.

Half an hour later, Zhao Han's movements gradually slowed down.

His aura began to weaken, the price of burning his essence and blood finally became apparent, and the effects of the Heart-Stealing Powder gradually faded.

A sliver of clarity began to emerge from the frenzied crimson in his eyes.

He stopped and stood there, stunned. He looked down at his bloodied and mangled hands, then looked up at Wang Xiao, who was standing quietly not far away.

There was no madness or murderous intent in those eyes, only emptiness and bewilderment.

"I...I..."

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only managed to utter a few indistinct syllables.

Then, his body swayed and fell straight forward.

"Bang."

As the smoke cleared, Zhao Han lay motionless on the ground.

Wang Xiao turned to leave, but after taking less than ten steps, he suddenly stopped.

At the entrance to the valley ahead, two figures blocked his way.

Both were dressed in moon-white brocade robes embroidered with exquisite ice lotus patterns, and a white jade pendant engraved with the words "Arctic" hung at their waists, emanating a faint chill.

The leader was handsome, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He had an extraordinary demeanor, with a faint air of authority between his brows. His eyes were clear and firm, and his overall temperament was gentle and refined, yet he exuded the oppressive aura of a powerful figure.

What is most striking about him are his eyes, clear as water yet deep as an abyss, as if they can see through all illusions.

There was no fluctuation of his vital energy emanating from his body, yet he naturally exuded an aura of power that commanded respect.

Behind him stood another man, around twenty years old, with delicate features, sharp eyes, and an air of unruliness yet also composure.

He had a faint smile on his lips, looking harmless, but his eyes occasionally flashed with a sharp glint, clearly indicating that he was not as simple as he appeared.

It's obvious that these two are Feng Rujing and Lin Shisan, the most outstanding disciples of the current generation of the Arctic Immortal Palace, known as the "Twin Beauties of the Arctic".