"Come! Even if it means death, I shall only die in battle!" Ye Fan roared, his tiger-like eyes blazing with a terrifying brilliance.
The bandits licked their lips or gnashed their teeth, ready to swarm and hack him to pieces.
But then came Bai Ningbing's light, casual remark: "Killing him directly would be far too boring. Let him face them one by one."
This single sentence instantly saved Ye Fan's life, pushing his death far into the future.
A demonic path expert who had spent some time with Bai Ningbing and knew her temperament slightly, his eyes lit up, and he immediately stepped forward. "Since White Fiend wants to watch a good show, allow me to take action and torture this man properly. As long as it pleases the boss, it is our blessing!"
Hearing this, the bandits cursed the expert's shamelessness, but secretly felt envy and jealousy. Why hadn't they been the ones to act first? It was a rare chance to curry favor!
But moments later, they no longer thought so.
Ye Fan, trapped in a desperate situation, suddenly unleashed a fierce prowess, slaying several demonic path Gu Masters in succession.
His methods, while useless against Bai Ningbing, were more than enough to handle these opponents.
"Getting interesting," Bai Ningbing remarked from her bamboo chair, watching the entire battle with leisurely detachment, as if the people dying weren't her subordinates, but complete strangers.
Her coldness sent a chill through Ye Fan's heart, increasing his disgust. "Though this White Fiend's appearance is exquisitely beautiful, her heart is utterly venomous. She cannot be compared to Miss Shang Cí. Birds of a feather flock together; the Black Fiend with her is surely no good either!"
"Ah!" Suddenly, Ye Fan screamed in agony.
It turned out that countless ice spikes had erupted from within his right arm, piercing outward. In an instant, his entire right arm was devastated, flesh torn open to reveal the white bone beneath. Blood was just about to spray out before it froze solid in the cold.
Ye Fan's right arm was crippled on the spot!
"Good. Continue," Bai Ningbing said flatly.
The bandits' fighting spirit had been low, but seeing Ye Fan's arm disabled reignited their hope.
Several fighters took turns entering the fray, seeking to press the advantage.
Yet to their surprise, Ye Fan fought with increasingly desperate courage, trading wounds without any regard for his own life. This reckless style of combat actually made the demonic path Gu Masters hesitate, unwilling to engage in a direct clash, leading to repeated failures.
Some were defeated, others seized by Ye Fan and killed outright.
"Useless! What good are you?" Bai Ningbing's gaze flickered, a brief flash of blue light passing through her eyes.
The defeated demonic path Gu Masters couldn't even let out a final cry before being frozen into ice shards. Dead on the spot.
Bai Ningbing was terrifyingly vicious. The remaining Gu Masters trembled, and even Ye Fan felt his heart go cold.
Bai Ningbing lightly pressed down with her right hand. Four snowmen, understanding the signal, slowly lowered the bamboo chair.
Bai Ningbing stepped casually onto the ground, hands clasped behind her back, and looked toward Ye Fan.
The bandits rejoiced. With this posture, Bai Ningbing was going to take action herself!
Ye Fan let out a bitter laugh. Bai Ningbing's terrifying strength left him utterly despairing. "There are mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people. I was arrogant, and to die here is my own fault. However, before I die, can you satisfy one small question?"
"Oh?" Bai Ningbing looked at Ye Fan, studied him for a moment, then said indifferently, "You can be considered a hero. Few can remain so calm in the face of death. Very well, ask your question."
"I want to ask about Black Fiend. What kind of person is he really?" Ye Fan voiced his deepest doubt.
Bai Ningbing's brows furrowed slightly. Since she appeared, she had been consistently cold and detached, so this change in expression revealed her inner turmoil.
"Him..." Bai Ningbing tilted her head back, gazing at the bright moon in the sky, drawing out the syllable.
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes, listening with full concentration.
But a mocking and icy glint appeared in Bai Ningbing's gaze.
Ye Fan's eyes widened as, in the blink of an eye, he was frozen into an ice sculpture!
Bai Ningbing continued gazing at the moon for several breaths, then withdrew her gaze and slowly turned to leave.
Behind her, Ye Fan's entire body was encased in transparent, cold ice, dead with his eyes wide open.
The bandits were silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to make a single sound.
But Bai Ningbing had only taken a few steps when a strange, dark airflow suddenly came from behind, sweeping her brilliant silver hair up to dance in the night sky.
"Hm?" Bai Ningbing's blue pupils contracted to needle-points instantly as she whipped her head around. Four black shadows had somehow appeared behind Ye Fan without her noticing.
One of them, with a grotesque, uncanny appearance—not a living person, but an Immortal Zombie—had placed its hand on Ye Fan's shoulder.
It was activating an Immortal-level killing move. The strange airflow Bai Ningbing had just felt emanated from this.
Bai Ningbing's body hair stood on end, her battle intent spiking to its peak in an instant!
The aura of a Gu Immortal surged wildly from her. Very soon, her physical body began to transform: her Adam's apple protruded, her height increased, her soft breasts shrank into a hard male chest, and her face took on a sharper, more severe edge.