Chapter 1038

"Y-you you you..."

Le Fan never imagined that the Hu Long Shanzhuang not only used You Dongying sword techniques, but also dared to kill the Kongdongzhang Sect leader in public.

That wasn't enough—they even issued threats!

Anyone who defies the Zhuge Shenhou's orders shall die?

What utter arrogance and rebellion!

The members of the Bada Sect, including the abbot of Yunzhou Shaolin, Le Fan, were all stunned.

The two Hu Long Shanzhuang men, after killing, acted as if nothing had happened.

As if the dead were not the Kongdongzhang Sect leader, but merely some nameless cat or dog.

The two held long swords, one on the left, one on the right, standing like two door gods in the biting wind.

The righteous sects all felt a chill run through their bones.

On the other side, General Zhebie and General Chilaowen were equally astonished.

Because from within the illusionary array atop the peak, Meng Chixing's desperate cries kept echoing.

Clearly, even as powerful as Meng Chixing was, he was on the defensive.

Yet Zhu Wushi, the top expert of Hu Long Shanzhuang, was merely at the late stage of the Heavenly Being Realm.

Logically, defeating Meng Chixing should be nearly impossible.

Not to mention now—he couldn't win, yet couldn't escape either.

This only deepened the mystery behind the illusionary array.

Yet Zhebie, cautious by nature, harbored some resentment toward Meng Chixing.

General Chilaowen now jumped at shadows, avoiding Zhu Wushi and Duan Tianya at every turn.

How could he rush forward to his death when enemy and ally were still unclear?

For a time, Meng Chixing's screams echoed continuously from within the illusionary array.

In the end, Meng Chixing seemed to have gone mad, shouting curses wildly.

One moment he claimed that though he had secretly learned demonic arts, he was still a disciple of the Heavenly Demon—why did Cang Qu insist on targeting him?

The next moment he declared that he had rendered great service to the Great Yuan, truly deserving of high merit.

Why then had Emperor Temujin never promoted him to State Guardian?

Such mad ramblings, incoherent and absurd, left everyone utterly baffled.

The Bada Sect listened to these insane words and exchanged glances, unsure of the mystery behind the illusionary array, and dared not move further.

Even Zhebie and Chilaowen found it deeply strange.

Meng Chixing couldn't win, couldn't escape—that was one thing.

But why keep ranting like a madman?

The wind howled, the screams never ceased.

Beneath Tianchi Peak, the scene was unbearably eerie.

Just as Zhebie, Chilaowen, and others waited a long time without moving,

a voice sounded in their ears, filled with clear displeasure:

"You two idiots, how much longer are you going to huddle in this snow?"

Do you really want to freeze to death and watch Meng Chixing die in agony?"

You call yourselves generals of the Great Yuan, yet you're nothing but spineless cowards."

Zhebie and Chilaowen were startled, then recognized the voice—it was Master Changsheng's.

After being scolded by Master Changsheng, both were filled with terror.

Chilaowen's eyebrows and eyelashes were already coated in ice from the cold; now he secretly transmitted his voice, weeping:

"Master, it's not that I won't rescue him!"

It's just that behind this illusionary array, enemy and ally are indistinguishable."

If Zhu Wushi and Duan Tianya are there, I'd surely die."

Though the wind was bone-chilling and Chilaowen was nearly frozen into a snowman,

he still preferred to stay crouched rather than face Zhu Wushi or Duan Tianya.

"And what about you?"

Master Changsheng snorted coldly, ignoring Chilaowen, and turned his attention to Zhebie.

Zhebie had long resented Meng Chixing for switching masters.

After all, he was Temujin's beloved general, known as the loyal hound.

If Meng Chixing was a Great Yuan State Guardian, how could he so casually change allegiances?

But under Master Changsheng's overwhelming pressure, he had no choice but to accept the order.

Yet he was puzzled—Master Changsheng was clearly nearby.

Why hide his presence instead of simply rescuing Meng Chixing himself?

But he couldn't directly ask Master Changsheng that question.

He could only reluctantly accept the order and silently hasten toward the illusionary array.

Zhebie's cultivation was so high that he didn't need to tread on the snow.

Thus, though the peak and its base were filled with people, none sensed his stealthy approach.

Even the two Hu Long Shanzhuang men remained like lifeless statues, utterly unaware.

Zhebie paid them no mind, only carefully approaching the edge of the illusionary array.

Just as he prepared to charge in, he suddenly sensed an intense heat force piercing through the illusionary array toward him.

This heat force was several times more frenzied than the blazing flames of Watching Bi Xuan's Blazing Sun Divine Art.

If General Zhebie had not been cautious all along, he probably would not have noticed it.

In his heart, however, he understood that his movements had likely been discovered by the person behind the illusion array after all.

Without thinking further, he immediately deployed his movement technique and suddenly retreated backward with explosive speed.

But that heat force would not let him go, and actually burst out of the illusion array, sweeping toward General Zhebie.

The people of the Wu Lin Bada Sect below the peak had been staring wide-eyed at the two people from the Shanzhuang.

Apart from blowing whiskers and glaring, they really had no other options.

After all, these two had slain the Kongdongzhang Sect with only a dozen or so moves.

The Zhengdaozhang Sect asked themselves, even if it were them, they could not achieve such a feat.

Even Yunzhou Shaolin's Abbot Liaofan could not do it.

Their hearts were all secretly panicked, not daring to make the slightest unusual move.

Just as they did not know what to do, suddenly on the peak, the thousand-year accumulated snow for some reason rapidly melted.

The rushing meltwater, mixed with snow and ice, swept down toward the foot of the peak as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth splitting apart.

The Zhengdaozhang Sect were terrified; when had they ever seen a scene resembling a natural disaster?

They hurriedly performed their lightness skills, wanting to escape this Tianchi Peak.

Yet in their hearts they found it strange—why would Tianchi Peak, perfectly fine, suddenly have its snow melt?

After sprinting several li, they finally dodged this wave of catastrophe.

One of the Zhengdaozhang Sect suddenly pointed at the sky and cried out in alarm,

"Quickly look, there are actually people fighting up there!"

The Yizhongzhang Sect and the righteous people, upon hearing this, immediately looked in the direction of the voice.

Sure enough, high in the sky not far from the top of Tianchi Peak, there were two figures fighting.

One of them held a short curved blade, continuously executing an extremely intricate, yet vicious and ruthless blade technique.

Every single strike was something these sect leaders had never heard of nor seen before.

They felt that if they themselves faced it, they probably could not even take one strike before being beheaded.

Yet such a formidable blade master was clearly at a disadvantage at this moment.

Often, before a strike could even be fully executed, it would suddenly change blade moves and shift to the next.

His opponent showed no particularly unusual movements either.

Only maintaining a distance of about a zhang from him, constantly rubbing palms together in the air to form blades, as if launching palm-blade attacks through the air?