Chapter 955: Han Shuang

Ice Lady didn't hesitate to swallow the pill, and an abnormal flush instantly spread across her face: "Half a minute! Give me half a minute and I can break the first two seals!"

After speaking, she leapt forward toward the Ice Tower.

Leng Yue, seeing this, barked, "Stop her!" Six disciples instantly broke from the sword formation and gave chase. Yan Buji flickered, the Abni Sword tracing a deadly arc that struck the two foremost disciples, their heads flying off while their headless bodies still lunged forward.

"Your opponent is me." Yan Buji swung his sword across the sky, gray mist swirling around him like a cyclone.

The sword formation of the remaining ten had already taken shape, a chilling sword aura covering them like a celestial net.

Leng Yue raised the Mystic Ice Mirror in her hand, its light blazing: "Frost‑binding Heavenly Absolute Formation!"

Ten ice swords simultaneously flashed cold light, interweaving in the air into a massive crystal cage.

Twisted runes appeared on each ice pillar, exuding a chill that froze souls. Yan Buji's gray mist touched the pillars and began to solidify!

"Interesting." Yan Buji, unfazed, chuckled, then bit his tongue and spurted his essence blood onto the blade.

After drinking the blood, the Abni Sword's ferocity surged, and the ninth hidden rune surfaced on its spine—Yan Buji's never‑shown trump card!

"Nine‑dark Underworld, heed my command!"

As the incantation rang, the nine runes detached from the sword simultaneously, forming a bizarre array in the air.

A fissure opened in the center of the array, viscous black blood pouring down like a waterfall. Wherever the black blood fell, the crystal cage melted rapidly as if snow hit boiling oil.

Leng Yue's complexion changed drastically: "This is... the Nether Law?!" She hurriedly flipped the Mystic Ice Mirror, and its surface revealed a life‑preserving seal left by Han Shuang.

But it was too late; the black blood had already spread over the sword formation, and three disciples were instantly corroded down to skeletal frames!

Seizing the chaos, Yan Buji merged body and sword into a gray flash, striking straight for Leng Yue's throat.

Leng Yue hastily raised the mirror to block; the Abni Sword's tip scraped the surface, producing a teeth‑numbing screech.

"Crack!"

A spider‑web crack spread across the mirror, and Leng Yue was sent flying, spitting blood.

Yan Buji was about to deliver another strike when a bone‑chilling cold surged from behind—the fused monster had arrived, its six arms hammering down like siege hammers!

Boom—

Yan Buji barely dodged the main attack but was still hurled dozens of zhang by the aftershock, crashing heavily against the outer wall of the Ice Tower.

He coughed up blood, rose, and discovered that the monster had sprouted half of Leng Yue's body on it!

"Master... grant me... eternal life..." Leng Yue's twisted visage was embedded in the monster's chest, emitting intermittent roars.

The shattered Mystic Ice Mirror in her hand fused with the monster's flesh, emitting a bizarre blue‑black glow.

From afar came Ice Lady's shout: "Come! The seal's broken!"

Yan Buji turned his head and saw that the base of the Ice Tower indeed revealed a deep opening.

But at this moment the monster had blocked the way, its three heads roaring together, spewing blue, black, and red breaths!

"Instant Shadow Step!" Yan Buji's form suddenly became insubstantial; the three breaths passed through the void and struck the Ice Tower, blasting a ten‑zhang‑wide crater. Re‑solidifying, Yan Buji's face turned deathly pale—though not his intention, some matters truly require risking danger to verify.

Otherwise he wouldn't bother caring about the grudges among the Beichuan Ice Domain folk.

The monster's six arms whirled wildly, its attacks like a sudden storm.

Yan Buji's left and right were crippled, new wounds sprouting all over his body. The most dangerous moment came when a shard of Leng Yue's Mystic Ice Mirror nearly sliced off half his head.

"Only thirty breaths of the Nether Eye left before it fully opens!" Ice Lady shouted anxiously at the opening.

Determination flashed in Yan Buji's eyes as he suddenly planted the Abni Sword into the ground: "With my essence blood, sacrifice the sword to unleash its edge!"

He gripped the blade with both hands and slashed sharply, his palm's fresh blood gushing like a spring, soaking the sword.

The Abni Sword emitted a pleasant hum, the gray mist within the blade receded, giving way to dense blood‑colored patterns. When the monster lunged again, Yan Buji drew his sword and thrust upward.

"Slash!"

A blood‑moon‑shaped sword aura surged skyward, leaving fine fissures in the space it passed.

The monster's six arms were severed at the roots, and the chest where Leng Yue stood was split open with a huge gash. Strangely, the wound bled not blood but black ice crystals writhing wildly, attempting to heal.

Yan Buji seized the chance and charged toward the opening, the monster's deafening roar echoing behind. Just as he was about to enter, a sudden chill struck his back, and three black ice spikes pierced his chest outward!

"Pfft!" Yan Buji spat out a mouthful of blood, using the thrust to plunge into the cave.

Ice Lady immediately triggered the mechanism, and the massive ice door slammed down with a roar, temporarily blocking the pursuers outside.

"You..." Ice Lady whispered, eyes on the ice spikes protruding from Yan Buji's chest, her voice trembling.

Yan Buji gritted his teeth and snapped the external ice spikes: "Can't die."

He circulated his remaining energy to expel the internal residue, ingested several pills, and temporarily halted the bleeding.

The passage extended downward, its side walls lined with frozen corpses.

From their attire, they were all disciples and Elders of the Tianhan Palace, each face frozen in extreme agony.

"These are all failures," Ice Lady's voice low: "Han Shuang used living people to cultivate Nether Seeds..."

Ahead, a blood‑red ice wall rose, its surface covered with countless human faces, all wailing silently.

Ice Lady inhaled deeply: "The final seal requires blood..."

She was about to slash her wrist, but Yan Buji stopped her: "Use this."

As soon as he finished speaking, he unhesitatingly pressed the freshly broken black ice spike firmly onto the ice wall. In an instant, the unexpected occurred—the ice spike melted rapidly as if exposed to high heat, as though it were never ice at all but a substance that liquefies easily.

At the same time, the previously impenetrable Blood Wall emitted a piercing, mournful wail, deafening as if demons from the deepest hell were howling. As the screech rose, the Blood Wall slowly cracked open a fissure, as if torn by an invisible giant hand.

Passing through the fissure, the scene before opened up. It was an enormous ice cavern, its walls and floor sheathed in thick ice, the cold oppressive. At the very center floated a jet‑black jade seal, radiating a powerful aura—the legendary Mysterious Yin Seal!

The seal's body continuously exuded thin strands of black vapor, which gathered overhead, gradually forming a miniature Nether Eye, as if watching everyone who entered the ice cavern.

Below the Mysterious Yin Seal stood a figure—Han Shuang. He faced away from the entrance, standing before an altar, holding a bottle and continuously pouring a dark‑red liquid onto the seal.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Han Shuang didn't even turn his head, only sighing softly: "Ice Lady, I once gave you a chance..."

Yet before he could finish, a furious shout cut him off: "Old wretch!" Ice Lady brandished a red sword, blazing like fire, charging straight at Han Shuang, shouting, "You, in pursuit of breaking through the Great Vehicle Stage, would sacrifice the entire city's lives! You mad demon!"