"Jiang Qisha, you're really something — going so far as to steal someone else's beloved. Doing something that's beneath even beasts, and you're proud of it?"
The moment Jiang Qisha's voice faded, a patch of empty space not far away began to ripple. At the same time, a graceful figure clad in a white dress and wearing a face-concealing bamboo hat appeared before everyone's eyes. It was none other than Dantai Snow.
"Who is that? At such a young age, she's reached the Third Rank Martial King? Could she also be from the Land of Martial?"
After spotting Dantai Snow, many of those present changed their expressions. Although they couldn't see her face, they could tell she was a young girl. A young girl possessing the cultivation of a Third Rank Martial King — it was truly beyond imagination. At the very least, no one in the Eastern Seaboard had ever achieved such a thing, so everyone unanimously concluded that Dantai Snow must have come from the Land of Martial as well. The Eastern Seaboard simply couldn't produce someone like this.
"Third Rank Martial King — not bad. But it seems you were a bit rushed, weren't you? Otherwise, with what you took back then, breaking through to the Fourth Rank Martial King shouldn't have been a problem."
"Could it be that you were so anxious to rescue that Zi Ling for Chu Feng that your mind was in turmoil, which is why you only broke through to the Third Rank Martial King?" Jiang Qisha said with a smile.
"A Third Rank Martial King is more than enough to deal with you," Dantai Snow said, her voice cold and brimming with contempt.
"Dantai Snow, who do you think you're fooling? Have you forgotten how you ended up in the Land of Martial in the first place? If you've forgotten, no worries — I can remind you. The infamous little demoness of the Land of Martial was chased to the ends of the earth by us four brothers. Desperate and cornered, she broke into a forbidden zone and accidentally ended up here," Jiang Qisha's junior brother, Zhao Yuetian, declared loudly.
"Four grown men chasing after a lone girl — that would be embarrassing enough on its own. But four Martial Kings chasing a single Ninth Rank Martial Lord and still failing to catch her? And now you're boasting about it in public? Are you trying to tell everyone that the four geniuses of the Curse Earth Gate are nothing but incompetent trash?" Dantai Snow replied with a cold laugh.
"You—" Zhao Yuetian choked on her words, because it was exactly as she said. The four of them had chased Dantai Snow the entire way and had never managed to succeed. When you put it that way, it really wasn't anything to be proud of.
Suddenly, Dantai Snow flipped her palm, and a peculiar box appeared in her hand. She gave it a slight shake, and from inside came Kuang Bainian's frantic voice.
"Senior Brother, save me! Senior Brother, save me quickly!!!"
"Damn it! Demoness, release my junior brother at once!" Upon hearing Kuang Bainian's voice, Zhao Yuetian became agitated.
"I'll release Kuang Bainian willingly enough — but you release everyone I want first. Otherwise, don't even bother negotiating," Dantai Snow said.
"You think you're in a position to bargain with me?" Jiang Qisha replied with a faint smile, then turned his gaze toward Murong Mingtian.
"How dare you, you demoness! A mere Third Rank Martial King dares act so insolently here? Do you truly think I'm someone to be trifled with?" Murong Mingtian bellowed. His aura as a Seventh Rank Martial King erupted violently. At the same time, he raised his palm and launched an attack at Dantai Snow.
BOOM!
Though his strike wasn't a martial art, the force behind the palm was astonishingly powerful. The King-level martial energy churned and rolled — clearly visible to the naked eye — hurtling toward Dantai Snow like a savage beast carrying devastating destructive force.
However, just as Murong Mingtian's attack was about to reach her, Dantai Snow's eyes flashed faintly. Instantly, the world around them plunged into darkness as layer upon layer of black clouds blanketed the sky. A piercing cold descended, and countless snowflakes — bone-chillingly frigid — rained down from above, transforming into a raging blizzard.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The snowflakes appeared beautiful, but each one harbored a terrifying aura. They moved in sync with Dantai Snow's gaze, sweeping through the air — not only dismantling Murong Mingtian's offensive, but surging toward him in a counterattack.