"Master, it's him!"
At this moment, the pale-faced Emperor who was standing at the side suddenly yelled.
"It's him?" The old man was perplexed. "What do you mean by him?"
He didn't continue thinking about it. Right now, he was already standing right before Yang Xuan.
I'll have to ask him what he's talking about later. That lad is always so random.
The old man thought.
The ice crystals glowed with a mesmerizing radiance.
A massive ice mountain came crashing down on Yang Xuan, carrying with it an aura that seemed capable of freezing everything in its path.
Chi!
Amidst the howling cold wind, there was a faint sound that could not be suppressed. It was clear and fast.
The ice crystals vanished, and the old man slowly lowered his head to look at the massive icicle that had pierced through his chest.
Fresh blood gushed out from the wound and flowed down the old man's body, forming a pool of blood beneath his feet.
"This … This is … impossible …" Gradually, a look of disbelief surfaced on the old man's face. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. He couldn't believe what was happening before him.
"Mas …" The emperor was dumbfounded. He swallowed the rest of his words.
He rubbed his eyes forcefully, and when he saw the glaring blood once more, he finally believed that this wasn't an illusion.
"Master!" the emperor cried out in agony as he rushed forward and pulled the old man into his embrace.
"You … Who in the world are you?" the old man asked as he struggled to bear with the pain.
"I'm just a debt collector," Yang Xuan replied calmly.
A bitter smile crept onto the old man's lips. As a Semi-Divinity realm elder of the Northern Frontier Ice Palace, he had never thought that he wouldn't even know the name of his enemy before he died.
An intense wave of dizziness struck him, and before the old man fell into darkness, he uttered one final word.
"Run!"
His disciple didn't run. Instead, he looked at his master, whose eyes had already closed for all eternity, and his body trembled slightly.
"Why?" He put down his master's corpse and slowly stood up. His voice was filled with hatred.
"It's nothing. I'm just paying my debt. You should know who I am," Yang Xuan said as he walked out from the darkness.
"Y-you are Bai Qi?" the disciple exclaimed in shock.
"It's me. Where are the others from Ice Palace?" Yang Xuan asked.
"Hehe, hehe, so it really is you!" The disciple laughed bitterly. From the moment he found out about Yang Xuan's identity, he knew that he couldn't leave.
"Where are the others?" Yang Xuan asked again. "Also, hand over the cultivation method of the Art of Utmost Sincerity!"
His disciple still smiled bitterly. "I didn't expect that after going around in circles, we would return to the starting point. When Yang Qingshi failed, I sensed a hint of danger. But at that time, my Art of Utmost Sincerity had just begun, and I couldn't find the corresponding clues. That's why I was able to succeed. What a pity."
The imperial palace of Gu Zhen Kingdom was very big, and so was the bedroom in the east. It could be seen that he liked everything big.
However, the silence brought about by this enormous emptiness made the sound of the elder's blood dripping onto the ground especially clear.
Drip!
Drip!
…
The disciple suddenly felt a little flustered. He didn't know why, but the primitive hatred in his heart that wasn't strong to begin with disappeared without a trace.
Silence!
After an unknown period of time, Yang Xuan suddenly exhaled deeply.
"You're saying that the Ice Palace interfered in the affairs of the Yang family back then?" Yang Xuan's voice wasn't cold, far colder than the blood on the ground.
The disciple fell silent. He regretted that he seemed to have said something wrong.
People would always say something wrong. Some mistakes were harmless, some had serious consequences, and some would lead to death. Many people would die.
His words seemed to belong to the latter.
Whoosh!
A gust of wind blew past, and the disciple flew forward involuntarily. Yang Xuan grabbed him by the throat.
A peak Dao-Accessing realm cultivator was like an ant in Yang Xuan's hands.
"Speak!" Yang Xuan only said one word, his gaze extremely calm.
The disciple fell silent. People couldn't keep making mistakes.
He, who had cultivated the Art of Utmost Sincerity, could acutely sense the killing intent in Yang Xuan's calm gaze.
Blood, fire!
Blood and fire, that demonic figure.
His body began to tremble slightly.
Crack!
An arm was separated from his body. The white stubble jumped on the ground a few times, blood gushing out like a fountain.
When the disciple had just started learning, he had once killed a family of mortals who had offended him.
At that time, he had also torn off a person's arm, just like today.
"So it hurts this much …" The disciple broke out in cold sweat.
The disciple was in so much pain that he almost fainted. With his cultivation sealed, he was even worse than an ordinary person in this aspect.
"Speak!" Yang Xuan's eyes began to turn red. He squeezed out a word through gritted teeth.
The disciple gritted his teeth and fell silent.
Crack!
After a soft sound, the disciple couldn't help but let out a loud scream.
An extra arm had appeared on the pillar beside him. Blood flowed down the pillar and dyed the ground red.
"How dare you! Release His Majesty!" A large number of soldiers rushed in frantically.
"Scram!"
Yang Xuan roared like a thunderclap, causing the entire hall to tremble.
Boom!
The soldiers who had just rushed in all rolled on the ground like gourds, fighting to be the first to fly out.
Loud screams rang out like a tide outside the hall. The disciple was in so much pain that his face turned pale.
"Speak!" Yang Xuan asked the same question for the third time.
"Let him go and I'll tell you!" A voice came from outside the hall.
It was a woman who looked to be about four years old. She wore a long dress and had black hair.
The woman entered the hall. She didn't even look at the corpse on the ground. She only looked at Yang Xuan indifferently.
Crack!
The disciple's eyes bulged. The joy that had just appeared in his eyes was completely replaced by shock and fear. He didn't seem to expect that Yang Xuan would really dare to make a move. He really dared to kill him in front of the Patriarch.
The woman frowned and shook her head. "Bai Qi, you're in big trouble. There are only five disciples in the entire Ice Palace who practice the Path of Sincerity. Now that you've killed him, the Ice Palace will not rest until you're dead."
"Speak!" Yang Xuan said the same word for the fourth time.
"Actually, it's nothing. Back then, we received news that the Yang Family was hiding a divine artifact, the Nine Dragon Cauldron. We couldn't find it, so we instigated Yang Qingshi to rebel and try to control the Yang Family. We slowly searched for it, but because of other matters, we gave up on this plan."
Silence!
Yang Xuan closed his eyes.
"So that's how it is!" Yang Xuan said after a while.
Silence!
The figure of his father, Yang Qingtian, appeared in front of him.
Yang Xuan smiled and then shook his head.
"Are you going to take revenge on the Ice Palace?" The woman found it funny and disdainful.
"No!" Yang Xuan smiled. His smile was cold. "I want the Ice Palace to disappear from this world."
"Ha, do you know what you're saying?" The woman's face was full of disdain. "Do you know what kind of existence the Ice Palace is?"
"I don't know!" Yang Xuan looked at her and took the first step. "And I don't need to know."
"Hmph, ignorant!" The woman snorted. "Even if you're the Azure Sky Saint Son, you have to pay the price for killing someone from the Ice Palace."
"Heh, price?" Yang Xuan continued to walk toward the woman. His steps were steady. "This is the price."
"What?" The woman was stunned for a moment.
In the next moment, doomsday arrived. The entire hall was engulfed in a sea of fire.
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