Seeing Yang Kai suffer devastating injuries, Qian Yue's face couldn't help but show a hint of relief.
She knew she was in the wrong this time. Denying Su Yan's existence and preventing Yang Kai from seeing her — all of it had been driven by selfish motives. That was why, even though Yang Kai had destroyed over a dozen ice mountains, she hadn't struck to kill.
She had simply wanted to make him retreat.
She couldn't just hand Su Yan over so easily. Having finally found such an outstanding talent, Qian Yue still harbored plans of taking her as a disciple.
Besides, Su Yan's current condition wasn't good. It wasn't a time when she could meet anyone.
Injuring him and chasing him away would have been enough — so Qian Yue thought to herself. But before she could fly over to check on Yang Kai's condition, her expression changed once more.
Below, Yang Kai — who should have collapsed unconscious from the devastating blow — came charging up again, wreathed in blazing golden True Yuan.
"Impossible!" Qian Yue's beautiful eyes trembled violently. She knew exactly how much force she had just used. A young man at the Transcendence First Stage couldn't possibly withstand it.
Yet now, the opponent appeared to have suffered only minor injuries. His aura hadn't diminished at all — if anything, it had grown even more violent, carrying an air of determination to raze the Ice Sect to the ground.
Just how tough was his physical body, to endure such a blow without losing consciousness?
Boom boom boom...
One ice mountain after another continued to collapse. Qian Yue screamed hysterically like a madwoman: "Boy, you're courting death! Don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
Yang Kai laughed wildly: "If you can kill me, then go ahead and try! Let's see who dies first — me, or the foundation of your Ice Sect! If you won't let me see Su Yan, I'll drag you all down with me!"
"Insolent!" Qian Yue shrieked. Seeing that a full tenth of the Ice Sect's foundation had truly been destroyed, she finally harbored killing intent.
If she didn't finish this boy off, at his rate of destruction, it wouldn't take even an hour before the Ice Sect would have to find somewhere new to relocate.
Such a tremendous commotion naturally alerted everyone else in the Ice Sect.
Powerhouses emerged one after another from different ice mountains, gathering together.
"Qian Yue, what's going on? Where did this savage brat come from?" A middle-aged man with a gloomy expression questioned coldly.
"Brother, grab this boy for me first — we'll talk about this later!" Qian Yue shouted hurriedly as she chased after Yang Kai's swift figure.
The middle-aged man furrowed his brow. Although he was somewhat reluctant to take action against a young man, seeing him destroy the Ice Sect's foundations with such fury filled him with rage. He nodded: "Fine!"
As he spoke, his figure flickered and he blocked Yang Kai's path, calling out coldly: "Boy, stop right here..."
Before he could finish, Yang Kai swept past him in a blast of wild wind.
A thunderous roar rang out as an ice mountain behind the middle-aged man shattered to pieces in an instant.
"As brazen as they come!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly. Without any visible movement, he somehow appeared right beside Yang Kai, striking out with a single finger that landed squarely on Yang Kai's waist.
Yang Kai's face turned pale, and his charging speed dropped dramatically. At the same time, an extremely cold Yin energy spread from the point of impact into his body, slowing the circulation of his True Yuan. It was as if he had sunk into a quagmire, unable to move a single step.
Visibly, a thin layer of frost appeared on the surface of Yang Kai's body, and even his hair was frozen solid.
Saint King Second Stage!
Yang Kai's heart went cold. He forced his body to twist, desperately trying to evade the middle-aged man.
True Yuan surged violently from within his body, quickly dispelling the cold from his body and mind. In the next moment, he regained his freedom.
The middle-aged man looked surprised, letting out a soft exclamation: "What a formidable boy!"
With his Saint King Second Stage cultivation, he had infused a freezing True Yuan into the opponent's body. Anyone else would have been easily immobilized and frozen, but this fellow had only experienced a slight hindrance to his movement before recovering.
Having struck Yang Kai once was already stretching the bounds of propriety. Any further would have been disgraceful.
Powerhouses of his caliber were people of pride and standing — they would generally never resort to bullying the young and weak.
"Brother, why aren't you acting?" Qian Yue urged when she saw the middle-aged man standing in midair with his hands clasped behind his back, looking every bit the distinguished expert.
The middle-aged man frowned and spoke in a deep voice: "What has this come to? Boy, you stop too. I won't strike you again, but don't be too reckless. Whatever the issue is, let's sit down and talk."
As the middle-aged man spoke, two more Saint King realm experts from the Ice Sect had already sealed off Yang Kai's retreat. These two didn't attack him either — instead, they wore relaxed expressions and gazed at him with keen interest, curiosity flickering in their eyes.
Four Saint King realm experts!
The Ice Sect's formidable depth of power was plain to see.