“Yan Zhen!”
Cai Lian, Long Ying, and Mentor Yu Xuan atop Rain God Peak cried out in alarm. They moved to rush to his aid at once, only to be blocked by the Second Elder.
The newcomer was none other than the Snow Supreme!
Anyone who dared strike at a Supreme knew what fate awaited them. This was no game.
The Second Elder only managed to stop the weakest among them, Mentor Yu Xuan. Without hesitation, Cai Lian and Long Ying transformed into streaks of colorful and pink light, shooting up into the sky.
Seeing the Snow Supreme arrive in person filled Ling Jun with relief. A smile returned to his face as he cupped his hands and said, “Thank you, Your Supremacy, for saving me!”
The Snow Supreme nodded slightly. Her gaze lifted toward Yan Zhen, who stood tall in the sky above, and she said coldly, “You dare strike at This Seat’s people? Is this how Rain Shishi taught you?”
Her Supreme pressure surged upward. Before it could reach Yan Zhen, two streaks of light intercepted it.
Cai Lian and Long Ying simultaneously materialized. Divine blood roiled within them, their vertical pupils—one glowing red, the other shining gold. Shadowy images of their true forms appeared behind them.
Seven-Colored Feather Serpent!
Imperial Blood True Dragon!
Two waves of terrifying divine might spread out, blanketing the entire Jialan Holy Land in heavy oppression.
This was the condescension of a higher lifeform. Anyone below Half-Saint rank would suffer suppression of varying degrees—even the Snow Supreme was no exception.
The Snow Supreme, with her ice sculpture-like appearance, had eyes that were her only lively feature. A trace of gravity flickered in her pupils. “Snake God Clan and Dragon God Clan?”
Ling Jun was stunned as well. The power these two women displayed far exceeded his expectations. They were no mere Mystic Ancestors!
What shocked him most was that they could face the Snow Supreme’s pressure head-on for Yan Zhen’s sake. Jealousy burned in his heart.
Long Ying was furious. Yan Zhen Zhen had been beating him so soundly, and now this detestable Ice Sculpture Woman had barged in.
“Damn Ice Sculpture Woman! You dared to sneak attack Yan Zhen Zhen? I’m mad now!”
Cai Lian’s gaze turned icy, her inner madness no longer concealed. “For a Supreme to ambush a junior… Xue Wuqing, do you truly think This Queen dares not kill you?”
Both women had Saint Mystic Techniques they had created in past lives as their trump cards. If unleashed at full power without regard for cost, half of Jialan Holy Land would likely be reduced to ruins.
“What big talk,” the Snow Supreme said flatly. “The God Race may be noble, but they do not ride roughshod over This Seat.”
“You two, stand down,” Yan Zhen said as he recovered. Seeing how they protected him moved him, though it also left him a bit helpless. “Get behind me.”
As he spoke, he stepped forward, passing them to take position in front.
Long Ying immediately asked with concern, “Yan Zhen Zhen, are you alright?”
“I’m fine. Be good.”
“Mm…”
Cai Lian’s delicate brows furrowed. “You’re injured. Don’t push yourself.”
“You be good too.”
“…”
Yan Zhen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly descended, staring straight at the Snow Supreme. The two women followed closely behind him.
“Is that all Snow Spirit Peak has?” Yan Zhen sneered. “Can’t beat a disciple, so you skip the elders and have the peak lord step in?”
The Snow Supreme’s eyes narrowed, her tone still icy. “If This Seat wanted you dead, Rain Shishi couldn’t protect you.”
Yan Zhen replied coolly, “If I want that Ling bastard behind you dead, you couldn’t protect him either.”
“Rain Shishi’s people are as loathsome as she is.”
“Heh, does the Snow Supreme think herself so likable?”
The Snow Supreme suddenly lashed out with a palm strike. Power of heaven and earth condensed into a massive frost palm that seemed to cross space itself. In the blink of an eye, it was upon Yan Zhen, Cai Lian, and Long Ying. The three felt locked in place by spatial power, unable to move an inch.
Just as Cai Lian and Long Ying prepared to erupt, the terrifying Supreme palm force suddenly dissipated, turning into a light, chilly breeze that brushed their cheeks.
The Snow Supreme’s eyes sharpened. Ling Jun was stunned.
The perceptive Cai Lian quickly noticed a white Duel Disk appear on Yan Zhen’s left wrist. Two cards—“Receive·Transform·Emit” and “Lightning Five Consecutive Whips”—slid into the slots and activated their effects.
Yan Zhen had caught the palm force, transformed it into his own power, and fused it into five lightning chains between his right fingers. The force doubled instantly.
Without panic, Yan Zhen pushed out with a palm.
The five lightning chains transformed into five roaring thunder dragons, their might comparable to a full-force strike from a Supreme powerhouse!
The Snow Supreme sensed the danger and didn’t dare slack off. She summoned her domain’s power to form an ice barrier, shielding herself and Ling Jun behind her.
However, she failed to notice a figure within the ice barrier that had no presence at all.
It stood right there, yet no one was aware of its existence.
—The final card among the Five Major Summon Cards: “Monk Killer”!
As the thunder light faded, the ice barrier shattered. The Snow Supreme was unscathed. After all, she had only swung casually; even doubled or redoubled, the power couldn’t threaten her.
“Not bad. No wonder Rain Shishi favors you. But far too arro—”
Before she could finish, she sensed something amiss and whipped around.
An arm had pierced straight through Ling Jun’s heart. Blood sprayed out like a fountain, instantly turning him into a bloody figure.
Ling Jun’s mouth gaped open, his pupils dilated in shock and confusion.
Whoosh.
Gray-black Extreme Flame ignited. Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame spread through Ling Jun’s body like a virus before surging into his sea of consciousness.
“Aaahhh—!”
The agony of his soul burning under the Extreme Flame tore a scream from him that echoed across the heavens.
The Snow Supreme finally reacted. With a flick of her finger, she froze Ling Jun solid, hoping to preserve him. She then gathered frigid air to trap the assailant.
To her surprise, even sealed in ice, the figure slowly faded away, dutifully reciting its line: “Hello, I killed him. Sorry. Goodbye.”
“You insolent wretch!”
Rage blazed in the Snow Supreme’s eyes. Her Supreme Domain expanded once more, poised to engulf Yan Zhen.
At that moment, everything around them froze again. Countless rain threads hung motionless in the sky. Yu Shizun’s domain overlaid the Snow Supreme’s, clashing evenly. The white-veiled Yu Shizun stepped gracefully from warped space, positioning herself in front of Yan Zhen.
“I’m late. You alright?”
Her voice was as clear and cold as ever, like a mountain spring—yet pleasing to the ear.
Yan Zhen was covered in frostbite, wracked with intense pain, but he calmly shook his head.
Only then did the Yu Shizun turn her gaze to her mortal enemy, saying flatly, “Xue Wuqing, you’re courting death.”
The Snow Supreme replied coldly, “You’re the ones courting death. Ling Jun is the Spirit Mountain Ancestor’s most beloved descendant. Now that boy has left him half-dead. Can Rain God Peak withstand the Spirit Mountain Ancestor’s wrath?”
Yu Shizun remained composed. “He brought it on himself. No one else to blame. If the Spirit Mountain Ancestor wants trouble with Rain God Peak, let him come. Jialan Holy Land is no place for a mere Three-Turn Half-Saint to cover the skies with one hand.”
