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However, the crisis was imminent, and Ye Tian's gaze flickered with determination. When one hesitates, chaos ensues.
Just as Ye Tian prepared to use the trump card given by Ye Xingchen, snowflakes began to descend from the void, falling with the wind.
These snowflakes contained an extreme icy power, instantly dissipating Zhao Fengxia's overwhelming might into nothingness. The surrounding air seemed frozen, exuding a chilling aura that made one's heart race.
At that moment, a faint voice drifted down from the sky. Though soft, it clearly reached everyone's ears: "Poison Widow, you truly are regressing. How could you bear to lose face and attack a few juniors? Aren't you afraid of becoming a laughingstock?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Fengxia narrowed her eyes slightly. Upon seeing the newcomer, a hint of undisguised apprehension flashed in her gaze.
The visitor wore simple robes and had a refined appearance, exuding an extraordinary aura—none other than Gu Hongchen, the Grand Elder of the Qixing Sect.
Xia Qingyan felt a wave of relief wash over her and hurried over, respectfully bowing as she said, "Grand Elder, you have finally arrived." Her voice carried a hint of joy, as if she had seen a savior.
Gu Hongchen nodded gently, a smile gracing his lips as he patted Xia Qingyan's head and spoke softly, "Xia girl, will you dare to venture out for training again in the future? How was it outside?"
Xia Qingyan lowered her head, nervously tugging at the hem of her clothes as she muttered softly, "Who knew it would be so dangerous out there? One misstep and I could have fallen into a trap. If it weren't for Ye Daoyou's assistance, I fear you would never have seen me again."
Upon hearing this, Gu Hongchen's eyes flashed with concern before he turned to look at Ye Tian, who stood quietly nearby.
Ye Tian stood tall and handsome; despite his young age, he was already at the Peak of King Seven strength and exuded an air of calm composure.
Gu Hongchen secretly nodded in approval, a look of appreciation appearing on his face. "Thank you for saving Qingyan. If you ever need anything in the future, feel free to come to Qixing Sect."
Ye Tian quickly cupped his hands in humility and replied, "Senior is too kind; it was merely a small effort on my part and hardly worth mentioning. To save Miss Xia was just luck." His tone was sincere without a trace of arrogance.
Watching the friendly exchange nearby, Zhao Fengxia's anger flared up. She shouted fiercely, "You go too far! Gu Hongchen, do you really think that being at the Fourth Level of Saint Cultivation is enough to suppress me?"
As her words fell, a radiant Holy Weapon—the Hong Luo Umbrella—appeared in her hand.
Suddenly, the Hong Luo Umbrella transformed into a streak of colorful light infused with heat and ferocity, aiming directly for Gu Hongchen's vital points.
Seeing this, Gu Hongchen smirked coldly. He moved swiftly; his Xueyue Dao was already drawn. A flash of cold light seemed capable of freezing space itself.
With a clear whistle, he unleashed the Cold Ice Blade Technique. Instantly, snowstorms swept through the area as every snowflake carried an essence of extreme coldness that howled towards Zhao Fengxia.
A crisp metallic clang echoed as the Hong Luo Umbrella clashed fiercely with the Xueyue Dao in midair, sparks flying as cold and heat intertwined.
With a single strike, Gu Hongchen remained calm and composed; however, Zhao Fengxia staggered slightly, a surge of blood rising in her chest as she fought to suppress the urge to spit out the crimson liquid. A flicker of shock crossed her eyes.
"Gu Hongchen, don't get too cocky!" Zhao Fengxia gritted her teeth and swung the Hong Luo Umbrella once more, launching another attack.
Gu Hongchen sneered as he wielded the Xueyue Dao, unleashing the second form of the Cold Ice Blade Technique—Cold Radiance Shining Nine Heavens—with a thunderous roar. The power surged dramatically, shaking the very heavens and earth!
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