After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

The girl blinked her clear, frosty eyes slightly, and in her field of vision, a slender figure suddenly broke in amidst the swirling snow.

His eyes and brows were full of a warm smile as he kept winking at the girl.

For some reason, a warm current flowed through my body, slowly dispelling the bone-chilling cold.

The young man in white was tall and slender, his snow-white robes fluttering in the wind.

His face was like a finely sculpted piece of jade, with sword-like eyebrows that slanted upwards into his temples, and bright eyes like dazzling stars, with a mysterious and elusive light hidden in the depths of his eyes.

His high, straight nose was as prominent as a mountain, and his thin lips were slightly upturned, outlining a faint, intoxicating smile.

His long, ink-black hair was tied up high, with a few unruly strands dancing freely in the wind, adding to his dashing and handsome appearance.

The swirling snowflakes gradually subsided, and even the wind, which had sounded like the roar of a ferocious beast, became faint and hard to hear.

It all seemed to have started with this young man in white with a smile in his eyes.

Who are you?

The leader looked wary and said in a cold voice.

The young man remained silent, but walked steadily toward them, his boots crunching softly on the snow. Though the sound was faint, it was clearly audible to everyone.

He stood tall and straight like a pine tree until he reached the crowd, then looked up at the sky and said softly, "The snow has stopped. Is it waiting for the blood to fall?"

The leader noticed that the young man was in a daze and speaking strangely, but he dared not be careless in the slightest. He continued to coldly say, "If you are lost, you may leave. This is not something you can interfere in."

The young man in white smiled slightly, gently picked up a snowflake that had fallen on his shoulder, and said slowly, "The snow may have stopped, but the blood still splatters."

"Ungrateful wretch."

The leader had a cold expression and spoke as cold as ice.

Immediately, he gave a slight signal with his eyes, and a soldier immediately raised his longsword and slashed fiercely at the young man with a sharp momentum.

"Watch out!" Fifth Book Double cried out in alarm.

The smile on the young man's lips seemed to be frozen in time. He neither dodged nor launched an attack, but simply stood silently in place.

Upon seeing this, the armored soldier couldn't help but reveal an extremely cruel smile, and with the force of a thunderbolt, he mercilessly slashed down with his longsword.

Just as the sharp sword was about to touch the young man, his movement came to an abrupt halt.

I suddenly felt a warm sensation surge through my body, as if some warm liquid was gushing out.

He had just instinctively reached out to touch it when, in an instant, he fell backward, crashing heavily onto the cold snow like a broken branch.

A thin, long bloodstain had quietly appeared on his neck, with bright red blood gushing out continuously from the inside.

The other soldiers' expressions changed drastically instantly. They hadn't even seen how the young man made his move; he had just inexplicably fallen to the ground.

The leader's face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

Others may not have noticed how the young man made his move, but he keenly caught a subtle clue.

The leader clearly remembered that the young man had been holding a snowflake between his fingers, as his hand, which had been resting on his shoulder, had been lowered at some point.

The fact that the other party could hold a snowflake without breaking it was enough to prove their extraordinary skill.

He never imagined that the other party could take a life with a single snowflake, a shock that was undoubtedly immense and indelible.

"Attack together!"

The leader's voice boomed like thunder as he forcefully waved his hand.

Immediately, all the armored soldiers present rushed towards the young man in white like a surging tide.

He then swiftly reached out his arm and grabbed at Fifth Shushuang to the side, before leaping onto his horse and attempting to escape as fast as a shooting star.

Having witnessed just these two moves by the young man, he knew all too well that he might not be a match for him.

The method he used on the girl was merely a seductive trick and had no lethal effect, so it was naturally ineffective against the young man.

At the same time, he began to speculate about the young man's identity, thinking that he was very likely a transcendent cultivator.

In this way, he would be no match for them, and the only option left was to adopt the safest strategy.

The pioneer sent the others to restrain the youth, while he himself quickly left with the Fifth Book.

Once they successfully reach the rendezvous point, even if the other party is a highly skilled cultivator, they will be helpless.

If this mission fails, not only will he lose his life, but his entire family will also be plunged into an abyss of no return.

Therefore, for him, this matter was a matter of life and death, so he had to be extremely careful.

call out!

At this critical moment, a sharp glint of light streaked through the void like a startled swan, carrying unparalleled power and a murderous intent.

The air was instantly torn apart, producing a piercing explosion.

The leader felt a surge of alarm, but before he could react, the deadly force arrived in an instant, like a ghost.

With a muffled "thud," the leader's chest felt as if it had been struck hard by an invisible giant hammer.

In an instant, a bloody hole appeared, piercing through his body, and even his incredibly sturdy armor was as fragile as paper.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the leader stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief and fear.

His body trembled violently. He tried to say something, but could only manage a mumbled word from his throat: "You..."

However, before he could finish speaking, the flame of his life was extinguished in an instant, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Immediately afterwards, his body seemed to lose all strength, like a collapsing mountain, crashing heavily into the deep, boundless white snow, kicking up a cloud of snow mist.

This sudden scene instantly caused Fifth Sister, who was standing to the side, to lose her composure, her heart pounding like a deer.

But then her eyes, as clear as autumn water, quickly looked to the other side.

There, a long sword carved from snow material had materialized in the young man's hand.

The sword gleamed with a chilling light, as if it were a blade from the deepest hell.

Around him, the armored soldiers seemed to be bound by the curse of death. Even though they knew it was a futile act, they still rushed at him one after another as if possessed, fearlessly and madly.

Every sharp swing of the longsword in the young man's hand seemed to carry an unparalleled power that could create the world.

Each snow-white sword shadow that flashed by was like a dazzling meteor streaking across the sky, ruthlessly reaping a vibrant life in an instant.

The crimson blood, like a beautiful flower in full bloom, bursts forth on the pristine white snow, blending with the pure snow to create a bizarre and terrifying scene, both breathtakingly beautiful and bloody.

One after another, the cold, stiff corpses, like withered branches and fallen leaves blown down by the merciless autumn wind, collapsed helplessly, piling up in layers, resembling a terrifying hill of death.

In no time, all the armored soldiers around the young man were dead, and the long sword in his hand turned into snowflakes that fell to the ground and melted in his blood.

After doing all this, the young man was completely spotless, without a drop of blood on him, with only his flawless white clothes dancing lightly in the falling snow.

Immediately, he leisurely strode forward and slowly walked towards Fifth Shu Shuang.

Fifth Book Shuang instinctively retreated, but after a moment's thought, he realized that these armored soldiers were like insignificant ants to be crushed by the enemy, so where could he possibly retreat to? Besides, this person had indeed saved his life.

Fortunately, the girl remained cautiously rooted to the spot, her heart pounding rapidly with each step the young man took.

A few breaths later, the young man's tall, white figure appeared before her.

Even at such close range, a refreshing and pleasant aura emanated from the young man.

Fifth Shu Shuang's clear eyes timidly examined the young man's face, which was as gentle as a spring breeze, and a faint smile always lingered at the corners of his mouth.

Even when he killed someone just now, he was smiling as he held his sword. His posture was like that of a deity in the snow, noble and sacred, inspiring awe and making people dare not have the slightest thought of desecration.

The girl's gaze was fixed on the young man's handsome face, as if she were under a spell, staring at him intently.

She stared blankly at him, as if time had stood still, and the whole world consisted only of that face that stirred her heart.

She didn't know how much time had passed when a cold wind blew by. She suddenly came to her senses, realized her lapse in composure, and her cheeks flushed red, as beautiful and charming as a ripe apple.

She lowered her head shyly, biting her lower lip lightly with her pearly teeth, her heart pounding like a deer.

Her slightly trembling eyelashes, fluttering like butterfly wings, betrayed her inner shyness and panic.

Just as she was about to say something, the young man's pleasant voice rang in her ears first.

"Don't be afraid!"

"Let me introduce myself. I am your betrothed husband, and you are my betrothed wife."