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The sword energy approached, and Aotian felt a chill enveloping him, making his entire body feel as if it were about to freeze.
"What terrifying sword energy!"
Aotian gasped in shock, not daring to be the slightest bit careless. He concentrated a fierce force in his fist and struck hard at the icy sword energy.
"Boom!"
His fist collided violently with the sword energy. In an instant, the ice-blue hue on Aotian's fist was cut through by the sword energy, and a stream of crimson blood flowed from the back of his hand. In that gushing blood, one could vaguely see the stark white bones, appearing extremely gruesome.
Aotian was taken aback, enduring the excruciating pain as he retreated rapidly, filled with disbelief.
That sword energy was clearly just a casual strike from Snow Qincheng, yet even this casual blow had instantly shattered his defense. Was this the power of a Half-Step Human Spirit warrior?
Just as Aotian continued to retreat, a powerful aura surged like a tidal wave from behind him, pressing down heavily on his back.
Suddenly, Aotian's face turned pale, and a muffled groan escaped his throat as crimson blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he had been injured by this sudden surge of aura.
"Haha, Miss Snow, did this kid offend you? Qiu will step in and take care of him for you!"
Suddenly, a booming laugh rolled toward Aotian like thunder. Soon after, Qiu Mingjie appeared in Aotian's line of sight.
Before Aotian could react, Qiu Mingjie's fist, infused with fierce power, struck directly at Aotian's heart. The surrounding air was compressed and distorted by the ferocity of the punch.
Watching that ruthless fist coming at him, Aotian slowly closed his eyes, despair etched on his face.
With Aotian's current strength, there was no way to escape Qiu Mingjie's attack. Thus, he had no choice but to await his demise.
After waiting for what felt like an eternity, Aotian still did not feel Qiu Mingjie's attack land on him and opened his eyes in confusion. Suddenly, a graceful figure appeared in his line of sight.
"Snow Qincheng..."
Although it was just a silhouette, Aotian still recognized that the owner of this captivating figure was Snow Qincheng.
What Aotian never expected was that the beautiful woman who had just wanted him dead was now saving his life.
"Isn't Miss Snow trying to kill that kid? Why is she saving him now?" Qiu Mingjie asked in confusion, a hint of darkness flickering in his eyes.
Snow Qincheng frowned slightly. Logically, she should have been pleased that Aotian was killed by Qiu Mingjie. However, upon seeing the despair on Aotian's face, she couldn't help but intervene to save him, which puzzled Snow Qincheng herself.
"His life is mine. I will personally take care of him; you don't need to meddle!" Snow Qincheng said calmly.
Qiu Mingjie narrowed his eyes and then smiled, "In that case, let Miss Snow handle it herself."
Snow Qincheng slowly turned around, her right hand gripping the hilt of the Crystal Sword, her gaze icy as she looked at Aotian.
Seeing this, Aotian couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had thought he could escape death today, but now it seemed the outcome was already determined...
Snow Qincheng quietly stared at Aotian without saying a word, the sound of her right hand slowly drawing the Crystal Sword echoing in Aotian's ears.
As the Crystal Sword was drawn from its sheath, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. Clearly, Snow Qincheng's Crystal Sword was also a treasured weapon, even surpassing Aoling's Fire Cloud Whip, reaching the level of High-Quality Treasure.
Behind Snow Qincheng, Qiu Mingjie looked at the Crystal Sword with intense greed in his eyes.
With a sound, the Crystal Sword fully emerged from its sheath, its tip pointing directly at Aotian. In an instant, Aotian felt a cold wave rising from his feet.
"Die!"
A cold shout echoed as Snow Qincheng's sword tip shimmered with a hint of murderous intent. In an instant, the Crystal Sword pierced through the air, aiming directly at Aotian's throat.
"Boom!"
At that moment, a surge of medicinal energy erupted from a nearby Room, filling the air with a fragrant aroma. Within that fragrance, there was also a chilling floral scent that penetrated deeply into the heart.
"Medicinal pills?!"
The surrounding martial artists gasped in surprise, their faces turning red as they flocked toward the Room like flies drawn to the scent of blood.
Medicinal pills could help martial artists break through their cultivation, enhance their physical bodies, and heal injuries... They possessed various incredible effects, which naturally made many martial artists covet them. Thus, upon sensing the overwhelming medicinal energy, they rushed over without a second thought.
Meanwhile, Snow Qincheng's Crystal Sword came to a sudden halt just above Aotian's throat.
At this moment, Aotian could feel the blood oozing from his skin where the Crystal Sword had grazed him. He had no doubt that if Snow Qincheng applied even a little more force, his head would be severed from his body.
"This floral scent feels so familiar; could it be... the Ice Lotus Pill?!"
Snow Qincheng murmured as he gazed at the Room filled with rising medicinal energy.
Then, he sheathed the Crystal Sword with a swift motion.
Snow Qincheng himself dashed toward the Room like lightning. Meanwhile, a cold voice echoed repeatedly in Aotian's ear:
"I'll spare your life for now. Once I obtain the Ice Lotus Pill, we'll settle our scores. You better keep your mouth shut and pray that this matter doesn't leak out; otherwise, I will make you wish you were dead!"
Watching Snow Qincheng's retreating figure, Aotian's eyes flickered with an unusual expression.
If Snow Qincheng had exerted even a little more force just now, he would have certainly met his end. However, Snow Qincheng had not struck down with his sword, which left Aotian feeling perplexed.
After all, even if Snow Qincheng wanted to obtain that Ice Lotus Pill, it wouldn't take more than a blink of an eye. Of course, being able to survive under Snow Qincheng's sword, Aotian couldn't help but feel a bit fortunate.
"Hmph!"
Qiu Mingjie snorted coldly, and then his figure flickered as he rushed toward the Room filled with soaring pill energy. Clearly, compared to the pill, Aotian's life was much lighter in Qiu Mingjie's eyes.
Watching the figure that resembled a swarm of locusts continuously heading toward the Room, Aotian's expression changed for a moment before he gritted his teeth and said:
"Wealth and honor are sought through danger; there can be no fear on the path of martial arts. I don't believe you can do anything to me!"
Immediately, Aotian's figure also shot toward the Room filled with soaring pill energy.
Perhaps due to the overwhelming pill energy, more and more martial artists began to converge toward the Room.
In their eyes, the effects of the pills were undoubtedly far more important than anything else...
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