- 18 (2/2)

Snow Treading did not mean treading the coldness of the snow but rather the endless coldness of a murderous pursuer. This art would be much faster during a moment of life and death.

However, who could give him a life and death crisis? Without an experience of life and death, it was too difficult to cultivate this art to its peak.

This arduous cultivation began and lasted for half a month, but Ning Fan could not fully complete this art; he always had a distance left.

Inside the Si Fan Palace, the old monster finally exploded his 53rd cauldron. He angrily pushed the door outside and noticed, with a glimmer of praises in his eyes, Ning Fan practicing in the snow during the night.

He was proud his whole life and seldom praised people, but a hard worker like Ning Fan was the thing he valued the most.

“When your father was cultivating the Black Evil Escape Art, it was also like this. Once Little Mei went to bed, I also snuck out to the lava to cultivate… Ah, Han Yuanji, Han Monster, did the world think that my evil title renowned everywhere was that easy to come by… Little Mei, I accepted a good disciple. He has Immemorial Yin Yang Evil Veins, just like your evil veins…”

The old monster became fuzzy as his heart was pounding with pain.

Little Mei, after your slumber, I haven’t touched half of a woman…

After your slumber, I withdrew my killing way and lived in Seven Apricot City in seclusion…

This boy and you have the same evil veins; maybe, one day, he can help me wake you up…

‘I treat him really well with sincerity because, one day, he can save you! I really want to see you again. Just for this desire, I was willing to put down my great responsibility for the Black Evil Sect and hide in this lower world. I can let go of all my hatred towards the White Evil Sect in my heart, but your shadow is the only thing I can’t erase…’

Under the moonlight that illuminated the snow, the old man’s figure became more and more desolate and lonely. Suddenly, he made a decision and void stepped into a black shadow towards Ning Fan. With his fingers like the draconic claws, he aimed straight for Ning Fan’s robe.

This sudden attack surprised Ning Fan, but he felt that this old monster had no killing intent and was reassured.

Perhaps the old monster wanted to test him.

He took out a low-ranked sword as he channeled the Fire Transformation Sword and slashed towards the old man’s claw.

This one sword, whether it was the timing, angle, or reaction speed, were all impeccable. Ning Fan had practiced this sword for a long time and was very skilled. This caused the old man’s eyes to glimmer with surprise, but he suddenly shook his head and laughed: “Against Little Girl Dugu’s strongest ‘Heart Image Sword,’ your father isn’t afraid. Your Fire Transformation Sword cannot stop me!”

The sword slashed the old man’s claw, issuing a metallic collision sound, but it couldn’t break through the old man’s physical defense.

Then, the old man strengthened his grip and the sword suddenly shattered into countless pieces!

Ning Fan was speechless at the hardness of the old man’s claw; it dared to block a flying sword.

While keeping his thoughts under control, Ning Fan took out the Shadow Chasing Sword. This was the sword he got from Wu Dongnan. His sword started to dance like the chaotic falling apricot petals and, with a blazing sword tip, he channeled the Shadow Chasing Technique to directly lock the old monster inside the sword energy.

Ning Fan then condensated the sword energy into the sword tip with a hint of refined light, a glimmer of fire, and a touch of breaking intention. As his offensive capabilities concentrated into one point, even the old monster no longer dared to meet the sword with his bare hands.

“Smelly brat, you are really a genius of the Sword Dao. To be able to concentrate sword energy into one line, this is something only a few Gold Cores are able to do. Hehe, worthy of being my disciple; if this is the case, your father won’t be holding back. Dan Fragmentation Cauldron, smash this smelly brat for me!”

With six corners, eight surfaces, and three legs, a tiny cauldron was taken out by the old monster. It grew to one hundred zhang high — under the icy winds — and suppressed Ning Fan underneath.

Even an ordinary old monster would have to bitterly die under the suppression of this cauldron. Ning Fan changed his expression, he could not block this cauldron! It was impossible to stop!

This cauldron was appended by the “Body Locking” power with black light illuminating from below. Under this black light, Ning Fan could only watch the cauldron fall down above his head in astonishment.

He must either use his sword energy to block this cauldron or dodge it! He must make a decision immediately!

His sword energy would absolutely not be able to block the old monster’s cauldron, but if he wanted to dodge, what should he use… the Snow Treading Art?

He lifted his gaze and met the old monster’s eyes. He noticed a worried expression in the eyes that were looking at him.

“What are you looking at, you fool! Quickly comprehend in this moment of life and death! If your escaping art breaks through, then you can escape the body locking!” The old monster angrily scolded.