Chapter 714

Luo Yijie and Wang Zhengzhi shouted in unison, only to see Tian Wangchuan already completely encased and immobilized by a solid ice ball.

Their expressions changed instantly; they gritted their teeth and charged toward Fang Yue simultaneously, launching attacks.

Luo Yijie led the charge, thrusting his sword straight at Fang Yue.

Yet just as the blade was about to pierce him, he felt a blur before his eyes—Fang Yue's right foot suddenly shifted, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

The next instant, searing pain erupted in his chest, and his entire body was flung backward.

Luo Yijie, he had not even seen Fang Yue's technique clearly—and he was already defeated!

When Luo Yijie crashed to the ground with a thud and turned to look at Wang Zhengzhi in the other direction, he felt a slight easing of tension.

It turned out that Wang Zhengzhi, just moments earlier, had also been blasted away by Fang Yue's palm strike.

At that moment, Wang Zhengzhi's gaze also turned toward him; in their mutual stare, both men's eyes flickered with a hint of helplessness.

This battlefield was truly beyond their capacity to interfere with.

Fortunately, at this moment…

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The thick ice sphere imprisoning Tian Wangchuan now spread with countless cracks, then exploded with a thunderous boom.

Amid flying shards of ice, the freed Tian Wangchuan closed the distance instantly and thrust his sword straight into Fang Yue's chest.

Hss—

The blade pierced Fang Yue's chest precisely; though he clearly felt it had missed the vital point, this strike had still achieved its purpose.

Such a wound was enough to impair Fang Yue's mobility—now, with just a little more maneuvering, he could kill this man!

All orders from Lord Niuzuo, all interests of the Phoenix Organization—Tian Wangchuan discarded them all in this moment.

From the instant Fang Yue knocked him off the platform and stripped him of all dignity, Fang Yue had already been marked as dead in Tian Wangchuan's mind!

Whoosh!

The black ring of Night Rain swiftly descended onto Fang Yue's head.

Beneath Night Rain, Fang Yue's expression remained as calm as still water.

As Tian Wangchuan's lips curled into a faint smile, Fang Yue suddenly reached out, gripping Tian Wangchuan's sword with one hand—like iron shackles, clamping it tight.

Tian Wangchuan seemed to realize something; his smile froze slightly as he tried to yank the sword back—but it did not budge an inch.

When he looked up again at Fang Yue, he saw Fang Yue grinning, then raising his hand—bringing down a slash.

The Frost Blade struck Tian Wangchuan's chest, slicing through skin, shattering ribs; blood instantly froze, the wound sealed into a violet frost, like frozen rotting flesh, completely numb.

Stunned, Tian Wangchuan dropped his sword and tried to retreat—but his right hand and the sword were already fused together into a massive block of ice, inseparable.

Tian Wangchuan thrashed violently, but Fang Yue had already brought down a second slash, carving a cross-shaped wound directly into Tian Wangchuan's chest.

The frost-frozen wound had penetrated deep inside; through the frozen surface, one could plainly see Tian Wangchuan's heart thudding steadily.

And as the frost sank deeper, the internal blood gradually congealed, halting circulation; the heartbeat slowed rapidly.

Thud…

Th…ud.

Th…………ud!

Feeling his heartbeat plummeting wildly, Tian Wangchuan finally felt panic.

For the first time, he truly understood the nature of Fang Yue's frost power.

What kind of Ice Heart Method was this? How could its power be so terrifying?!

Tian Wangchuan had faced many enemies, encountered many strange phenomena.

But never before had he met an enemy, never a strange power, whose frost ability was this brutal—penetrating inward, slowing thought, halting internal energy flow, dulling perception, silently killing the opponent without warning!

Tian Wangchuan lost his composure, struggling with all his strength to break free from Fang Yue's frost bindings—but he could not escape at all.

The solidity of this frost power far exceeded his imagination.

Watching Fang Yue raise the Ice Blade once more, aiming it straight at his heart, he felt terror and despair.

And just then—

"Yese Liming, stop!!"

A thunderous shout caused Fang Yue's movement to freeze.

As his gaze shifted, Fang Yue saw Luo Yijie and Wang Zhengzhi dragging the unconscious Wu Captain out of the prison cell, holding a sword to his throat, threatening Fang Yue.

"Yese Liming, release Tian Wangchuan immediately!"

They were using the Wu Captain as a hostage to threaten Fang Yue!

This tactic was not Luo Yijie's own idea—it was Tian Wangchuan's.

The earlier distant voice transmission had been about this very plan.

None of the three had anticipated Fang Yue would be this powerful—he had seized control before they could even execute this move.

Now, bringing out the hostage was merely a desperate last resort.

Though the method was despicable, its effect was striking.

Fang Yue immediately halted his action, staring at the two with a cold, dead-eyed gaze.

"What if I don't?"

His voice was icy, brimming with murderous intent—even from this distance, Luo Yijie and Wang Zhengzhi felt a palpable, almost solid terror that made them shudder violently.

"I—I'll kill this man right now if you don't release Tian Wangchuan!"

Gritting his teeth, Luo Yijie shouted the threat aloud.

Sure enough, Fang Yue stopped.

Because he wasn't certain whether the Wu Captain's revival ability still worked.

Looking at Tian Wangchuan before him, desperately struggling as if clutching his last lifeline, Fang Yue slowly raised the Ice Blade.

"Yese Liming!"

"Lord Tian Wangchuan!"

Amid Luo Yijie's and Wang Zhengzhi's cries of alarm, the Ice Blade descended directly.

Squelch—

The next instant, fresh blood sprayed high into the air, congealing midair into blood-frost.

The expected head hitting the ground did not appear.

In its place, Tian Wangchuan's arm flew high into the air, along with the longsword—both already severed by Fang Yue's single slash.

"My… my hand!!"

Tian Wangchuan, his arm severed and his restraints broken, screamed out and violently retreated to put distance between them, fixing Fang Yue with a venomous stare. Raising his voice to a shrill pitch, he said, "Kill that An Dong'er right now!"

If he isn't going to have it easy, then this Yese Liming shouldn't expect to have it easy either!!

The pain of a severed arm, or the pain of a friend or lover's death—let's just see which of us suffers more!

Tian Wangchuan clutched the frost-congealed wound of his severed right arm, his eyes bloodshot, and roared in a near-mad frenzy.

The two from Luo Yijie's side froze for a moment, exchanged an ugly look, gritted their teeth, and slit Captain Wu's throat with a single sword stroke!

The instant fresh blood sprayed out, Luo Yijie immediately sensed something was wrong.

Slow.

Very slow!

The flow of time seemed to have slowed down!

A bone-piercing frost surged toward him, as though he were standing face-to-face with a blizzard of extreme cold.

As his whole body stiffened, even his thoughts seemed to slow.

However, it was already too late.

His body, his thoughts, were frozen solid—just like Wang Zhengzhi beside him—turning into a human-shaped ice sculpture.

(End of this chapter)