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Luo Dachun's voice was markedly different from usual, carrying a chilling coldness that penetrated to the marrow. "The Snowstorm Blade is not a technique meant to harm the flesh, but if one truly desires to do so, at least they should achieve what I have. You carve away flesh and bone, don’t you? Isn’t it to prove that only someone from Snowfall Villa can accomplish this, thus framing them? Then why is it that you never carve away a person's hands or fingers, stopping only at the wrists?"
It was a heart-stopping sight; the Black-Clad Leader's right hand had indeed been reduced to bare bone. The delicate bones of the palm and fingers were stripped clean, leaving not a shred of flesh. Even if one were to remain perfectly still for such an act, achieving this level of precision was nearly impossible.
"Is it that you don't want to, or simply that you can't?" Luo Dachun stepped forward two paces, gazing at him with an eerie intensity. "Since you prefer to die this way, then let me ensure you suffer slowly, bit by bit!"
Oh my God, who is this person before me? Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming fear; he was more terrifying than anyone I had ever encountered—more sinister, colder, and more horrifying than Ren Pingsheng.
"W-What are you?" The Black-Clad Leader's mask had been torn away, revealing a twisted and unfamiliar face.
"Who am I? Just a useless person... unable to protect even one woman, twice..." Luo Dachun's expression grew increasingly devoid of emotion, as if frozen. "But now, all I want is to watch you die!"
Before his words could fade into silence, a chaotic energy erupted from within Luo Dachun, instantly enveloping the surroundings. Compared to this energy's temperature, the biting winter wind felt like warm air. The bloodstains beneath Luo Dachun and the black-clad man froze in an instant.
This violent internal force brought an oppressive sensation that threatened to shatter one's heart, laced with a cold fury sharper than any blade. The already pale face of the black-clad man turned even whiter from blood loss.
"Who am I? Since you impersonate someone from Snowfall Villa, did you not research them beforehand? Who do you think I am?"
The black-clad man's eyes widened in sudden terror. "Snowfall Villa... there’s no one like you... No, it’s impossible! Sikong Ming? This cannot be..."
Sikong Ming? Who is that?
Blood loss had already left me dizzy and disoriented; now with Luo Dachun's internal energy crashing over me like waves, their words only added to my confusion. Nie Qiuyuan quickly waved for Han Meilan to come over and gently handed me to her. Meilan looked anxiously at Nie Qiuyuan and then at Luo Dachun but couldn't find her voice.
Nie Qiuyuan nodded at her, signaling her to press down on the white cloth covering my abdominal wound while he stood up and shouted, "Da Chun, calm down! Liuying is fine!"
However, it seemed Luo Dachun heard nothing; the cold energy within him surged like waves. He raised his hand slightly again, directing his blade toward the black-clad man pinned against the wall.
A series of metallic clinks rang out as we blinked in surprise; then suddenly a wave of warmth spread outwards, raising the average temperature around us.
Nie Qiuyuan stood with his sword drawn between Luo Dachun and the black-clad man. His long sword barely held back Luo Dachun's short blade. In that fleeting moment earlier when Luo Dachun unleashed his strikes, we could only hear the chaotic sounds of weapons clashing; now it appeared that every blow from Luo Dachun had been intercepted by Nie Qiuyuan’s sword. Moreover, Nie Qiuyuan's internal energy surged dramatically as he suppressed the chaotic coldness emanating from Luo Dachun.
Even from a distance, I could feel Nie Qiuyuan's internal energy; the aura he emitted was extremely hot, like the sweltering heat of midsummer.
Luo Dachun's expression suddenly turned cold. He let out a long howl, as if he had forgotten everything, and attacked Nie Qiuyuan with both his blade and palm.
Everyone around was stunned. Whether they were allies or enemies, they forgot to move, staring wide-eyed as the two core figures on our side began to fight each other. Even I, who was bleeding and on the verge of death, forgot to groan, consumed only by anxiety.
I had seen them fight others before, but that had always seemed trivial; they clearly hadn’t taken it seriously. Yet now, it was as if they were using all their strength against one another, their internal energies clearly opposing each other—water and fire at odds. I felt like I was witnessing the Crimson Sun Divine Art against the Nine Yin Manual, with both sides comprised of people very close to me.
What on earth was happening?!
“Stop fighting! Brother Luo, stop!” I shouted with all my might, my voice hoarse from desperation.
But Luo Dachun seemed deaf to my pleas, ignoring me completely as his attacks grew fiercer, gradually overpowering Nie Qiuyuan.
I was nearly in tears and turned to Han Meilan. “What’s going on?”
Han Meilan was already in tears herself, speaking incoherently. “Cousin is having another episode; it’s happened before—it’s terrifying…”
An episode? What kind of episode could this be?
Meanwhile, their fight intensified, and in the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of blows. Cold and hot energies intertwined in the air, creating a strong sense of pressure. I felt my blood surge in my chest; a sweetness rose in my throat, and I couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Han Meilan quickly shielded me with her body.
Every time something embarrassing happened, I would think to myself: this is really making me spit blood. But this was the first time in my life that I truly spat blood; the taste was absolutely terrible—my mouth filled with a metallic tang that was nauseating.
As I spat out blood, Nie Qiuyuan let out a muffled grunt and unexpectedly took a hit from Luo Dachun, also spitting out blood that splattered onto Luo Dachun.
This can’t be happening! What I wanted was a bond over shared experiences—not a bond forged through spitting blood together!
However, after taking that hit, Nie Qiuyuan seized the opportunity to close the distance between himself and Luo Dachun. He executed several grappling techniques, and soon they were tightly entangled. Luo Dachun struggled twice but couldn’t break free from his hold; it even made me suspect that Nie Qiuyuan had intentionally taken that hit.
“Da Chun, open your eyes and see that Liuying is still alive! If you keep fighting like this and she gets hurt, she won’t be able to withstand your internal energy! Wake up!” Nie Qiuyuan shouted into Luo Dachun's ear as he twisted him around.
With that shout, Nie Qiuyuan's internal energy suddenly surged several times, and the surroundings became warm as spring. This internal force enveloped Luo Dachun's chilling aura, gradually suppressing Luo Dachun's power back down.
“Da Chun, what happened five years ago cannot happen again. Come back quickly, Open My Eyes and take a look, Liuying is right here!”
There was a feeling akin to opening Pandora's Box; a terrifying monster had poked its head out, but it was finally pushed back by a powerful force, locking the box once more.
Luo Dachun's body froze in place. After a moment, his gaze fell on Nie Qiuyuan. Blood trickled from the corner of Nie Qiuyuan's mouth, dripping onto Luo Dachun's clothes. The two bodies were entwined like a sculpture.
“You, what techniques are you using? You just want to fight me?” Luo Dachun scanned the crowd around him before finally asking Nie Qiuyuan. His voice lost its chill and returned to its original softness.
“You're still holding up; you're not as crazy as last time,” Nie Qiuyuan said with a bitter smile as he adjusted his stance, relaxed his arms, and released Luo Dachun.
Luo Dachun glanced at the thin blade in his hand and then at the Black-Clad Leader's arm, now stripped to the bone. He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.
Then he opened his eyes again and looked at me.
I shifted slightly and felt a heart-wrenching pain from my wounds. However, I endured the pain and trembled as I called out, “Brother Luo, I'm fine…”
Nie Qiuyuan waved his hand to the Shadow of Strategy around them and commanded, “Capture them all alive!”
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