Chapter 562 – At a Glance, Cold Snow Descends (2/2)

On the middle-aged scholar's face, bright words were written and drawn all over it were mountains and rivers. One moment, it was a boundless waste of yellow sand; the next, it was the surging and billowing sea. With the arching of a brow or the curve of a lip, all things of the world moved. The sights were all incomparably vivid, but they carried an aura of absolute cold stillness.

Because in the multitudinous sights of this world, not a single person could be found.

Not a single person.

Everyone was dead.

Upon seeing the middle-aged scholar's face, Liu Qing confirmed his speculations. His face became even paler and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his lips.

He had bitten his own tongue. Only this method would allow him to preserve his mind.

In the depths of Xiao De's eyes that were already beginning to wildly transform, a smear of blood appeared. This was a sign that he had used one of the secret blood techniques of the demi-humans!

Their conjectures had been verified, so even if they were to join hands, there would still not be even a chance of survival. They were forced to use their most secretive, most powerful techniques to put everything on the line against their opponent. Moreover, what filled them with sorrow was that even if they put everything on the line, it would still be impossible for them to continue living in this world. They could only stall for time so that the Saints would learn of what was happening by this little stream. Only this way could they die without complaint…fine, to be killed by such a powerful figure, no matter how they thought about it, they would be able to die without complaint.

The middle-aged scholar cared nothing for the thoughts of Liu Qing and Xiao De. He didn't even glance at the two, even though they were both peak Star Condensation cultivators and were prepared to put their lives on the line.

His gaze rested on the distant mountain path, on Chen Changsheng's body.

With this single glance, snowflakes began to fall from the gloomy sky, falling on the mountain path and also on Chen Changsheng's body.

In the eerie light of this darkness, the snowflakes descending from the sky were exceptionally white, yet incredibly dangerous.

The temperature of the mountain path rapidly dropped, becoming extremely cold. Chen Changsheng and the others felt like their bodies had suddenly frozen stiff, and even their true essence was circulating through their meridians at a much slower speed. If they allowed this situation to continue, in a few breaths of time, they would find it a challenge to even walk, let alone battle.

After feeling such a horrifying danger, they naturally wanted to flee, but ahead and behind on the mountain path was snow and there was nowhere to run. This was because although each snowflake seemed gentle, in reality, each thin piece of snow contained an unimaginable amount of the force of the heavens and earth.

At this moment, a very secretive ripple of Qi appeared on the mountain path.

At some point, the steward of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets had used his spiritual sense to touch the secret treasure hidden his sleeve, preparing to send a warning towards the depths of Mount Han.

With a plop, the Qi sent out by the secret treasure was smashed to pieces by the descending snowflakes, and the right arm of the steward was immediately mashed into a pulp!

”There's an enemy!” Filled with despair and anger, the steward yelled out towards the depths of Mount Han.

Before his yell could travel far, it was sliced into pieces by the slowly descending snowflakes, drifting to the ground like dust.

Simultaneously, blood shot out from the steward's lips, instantly freezing into countless tiny beads of deep red and bouncing all over the mountain path.

The steward's body slowly toppled over, no longer breathing.

Cries of alarm arose from the mountain path.

The cultivators participating in the Boiling Stone Summit all turned in anger towards the middle-aged scholar by the stream.

They could not make out the middle-aged scholar's face, but they could sense the middle-aged scholar's apathy and indifference.

To cause snow to fall at a glance, set up an array to entrap all the people on the mountain path, and then casually kill a steward of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets—to this person, all this really did seem like a trivial concern.

From the moment his gaze fell upon him, the middle-aged scholar had been staring at Chen Changsheng.

What did this mean?

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