Chapter 229: Heavy Injury

"Frost Giant Soldier!" Xiao Han gave a low shout, and three illusory light figures in mid-air gradually solidified, then suddenly rushed toward Yao Wangui and the other two.

"Boom—" With a violent collision sound, the sky cracked open.

"Damn it, what on earth is this thing?" The crowd looked with grave expressions at the expressionless, chilling giant figures before them.

Compared to Yao Wangui and the other two who had never seen them before, Hun Miesheng frowned as he looked at the three ice warriors condensed by Xiao Han, and couldn't help but exclaim: "I didn't expect your technique to reach this level."

Although the aura of these three Frost Giant Soldiers was only around the mid-stage of a Three-Star Dou Sheng, they were enough to hold back Yao Wangui and the others, and were not to be mentioned in the same breath as the cannon fodder of the past.

Xiao Han sneered: "Hun Miesheng, how about we make a bet to see if those three can actually make it in time to help you?"

Hun Miesheng's expression also became much more severe; he could not be the Ice Saint's opponent in a one-on-one fight, so the only plan now was...

Stall! Stall until reinforcements arrive.

Xiao Han gave a cold laugh, gathered cold air in his hand, and a Mysterious Ice Long Spear condensed. He casually spun the spear, then killed his way toward Hun Miesheng with chilling murderous intent.

In an instant, he arrived before Hun Miesheng, whose pupils constricted as black Qi swirled around his body, "Soul Devouring Seal!"

He gathered a grey-black handprint in his palm and hurriedly blocked, "Suppress!"

The two sides separated upon contact and then engaged in hundreds of rounds of direct combat in a short period.

But this was the extent of Hun Miesheng's ability; in less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, his defeat was evident, and he was barely able to parry. If he could not escape or wait for reinforcements, he would likely fall here.

The onlookers in the distance were secretly shocked, "Good heavens, this Ice Saint is too fierce!"

Hun Miesheng's tenacity was well-known, and even experts of the same level from the Ancient Race were unwilling to provoke him too much, but today he had met a ruthless man.

While marveling, they also felt fortunate that they had not offended the Five-Star Dou Sheng Ice Saint for the sake of a Three-Star Dou Sheng puppet.

This was a master who was both ruthless and talkative!

However, at this very moment, a sudden change occurred!

As Xiao Han and Hun Miesheng were fighting and he was about to pierce him with a spear, suddenly... a shadow appeared at his side.

Xiao Han's expression changed slightly, his mind stirred, and ice armor emerged around his body while he twisted his waist...

The blade drew bright sparks across Xiao Han's Frost Armor. The former's expression turned cold, and before he could react, the black figure disappeared again.

Taking advantage of Xiao Han's distraction, Hun Miesheng erupted with power and forced Xiao Han back with a palm strike.

Xiao Han looked at the blade mark on his side with surprise, a cold look on his face; it was indeed interesting that someone could avoid his perception.

However...

"Shadow Prison?" Xiao Han looked at Hun Miesheng, as if seeking confirmation. In Xiao Han's mind, only that organization could possess such mastery of concealment and assassination techniques while also having extremely strong Dou Qi cultivation.

But he was destined to receive no answer; Hun Miesheng remained silent, feeling deeply disappointed in his heart. He had thought this killing move, which could have dealt a heavy blow to his opponent, had failed to achieve its goal.

One must know that Hun Miesheng had paid a huge price to hire this expert from the Shadow Prison, all to severely injure or even assassinate this Ice Saint who had been opposing their Soul Hall at a critical moment.

However, Hun Miesheng's mindset was relatively stable.

The next moment, he composed himself and continued to kill toward Xiao Han. If there were no openings, he would create them. The battle with Yao Wangui and the other two was nearing its end, and the once majestic Frost Giant Soldiers were now tattered. If this dragged on, the Ice Saint would surely die.

Yet Xiao Han seemed as if he hadn't noticed, continuing to fight to the death with both Hun Miesheng and the Shadow Prison expert.

The battle remained as it was at the start; Hun Miesheng soon fell into a disadvantage, but in the eyes of outsiders, Xiao Han was fighting with restraint, having to dodge and defend against killing moves from tricky angles from time to time.

"The Shadow Prison expert is terrifying!" The experts watching from afar all felt a sense of dread. Seeing the black shadow flashing by from time to time and the somewhat flustered Ice Saint, the deterrent power of the Shadow Prison assassins was elevated to another level.

Shadow Prison was an extremely ancient assassination organization in the Central Plains; if one were to trace its history, it might go back thousands of years.

The profession of assassin existed in almost every world, and Shadow Prison was the most resilient assassin organization in the Central Plains and even the entire Dou Qi Continent.

Although each generation produced its own talents, assassin organizations killed for profit and naturally easily offended the public, leading to them being attacked by all.

Almost every era had some famous assassin organizations that flourished for a time, only to be "brought to justice" by others.

But the biggest exception among them was Shadow Prison, an organization that had stood for thousands of years, mysterious and extraordinary.

Originally, many experts did not take Shadow Prison seriously; it was just an assassin organization that couldn't see the light of day, and even if they knew some methods of survival, they couldn't threaten them.

However, this time they had truly learned a lesson.

The Ice Saint's wretched state was not because his strength was lacking; on the contrary, it was a miracle that he could hold on for so long without showing signs of decline.

The crowd calculated for themselves, and the answer they reached was chilling—certain death. Who could easily defend against a sneak attack while fighting someone else?

At this moment, the "wretched" Xiao Han almost wanted to yawn. Although the Shadow Prison expert was indeed a bit interesting at first and had almost caught him off guard.

However, they had forgotten the assassin's principle of retreating after one strike. Did they really think they could fight alone against an army?

In the few times they had just moved, Xiao Han had already firmly locked onto their position, but he had no intention of killing this Dou Sheng.

Assassin organizations were still troublesome; following the vine to find the melon and wiping them out in one go was the correct solution. He was quite interested to see how much revenue a thousands-year-old assassin organization could add to the Langya Pavilion.

Seeing that the Frost Giant Soldiers were almost destroyed, Xiao Han revealed an evil smile, which made Hun Miesheng, who was fighting him, feel a chill in his body.

"Mysterious Ice Killing Realm!"

At this moment, Xiao Han turned slightly, curled his palm into a claw, and suction force surged from his palm, firmly imprisoning the Shadow Prison assassin who had been launching sneak attacks.

"Hey, don't be so surprised!" Looking at the other's shocked and angry eyes, Xiao Han smiled indifferently: "Some things have a price to pay when done."

As soon as Xiao Han finished speaking, the original world of yellow sand suddenly experienced intense wind and snow, and endless frost and snow surrounded the battlefield of the three.

The experts watching from afar frowned; the endless wind and snow caused great obstacles to their perception. However, before they could get any closer, an opaque sphere appeared before everyone's eyes.

Leaving behind the shocked Yao Wangui and the other two, as well as a crowd of experts.

"Is this the Ice Saint's signature Dou Technique?" Xiao Han's information was almost public in the Central Plains, and the one that posed the greatest threat to experts was this Dou Technique that looked like a sphere after being cast.

Anyone who entered it almost never survived. The few survivors were perhaps Hun Miesheng and Hunmo Laoren from back then.

Just as everyone was speculating about the details of the battle, two wretched figures rushed out. One of them was wrapped tightly in a black robe, but it was visible to the naked eye that a right arm was missing.

As soon as they rushed out, they disappeared into the shadows, vanishing from everyone's perception.

The other was naturally Hun Miesheng, covered in blood like a bloody person, and the blood seemed to be frozen and still had some luster, and his whole body was shivering.

Ignoring the gazes of the crowd, he fled desperately, not even having the time to tear open space.

"This..." Seeing the miserable two in the distance, Yao Wangui and the other two did not act tough and quickly fled. Especially Yao Wangui, he still had to take the Nine Nether Wind Flame from his clan back.

Since there was no extra money to be made, why bother with small tricks?

"Oh? Everyone is here!" Just as the others were looking at the few people who could almost be considered outlaws with complicated expressions, a playful voice rang out.