Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Chapter 1400 - 451: Driven by Lust, Ignorant of One’s Limits, Chui Mountain Changes Hands, Cai Shiqi Breaks Down, Intimidation_5

In order to survive, he could only do this.

However, Li Xuanling’s long-planned killing move wouldn’t be that simple!

At the moment Duan Hong dodged, Li Xuanling moved forward, her wrist turned lightly, and the Heavenly Transformation Sword instantly changed direction. At the same time, a nine-hundred-foot mystic ice bone appearance phantom suddenly emerged behind her, mimicking her movements.

Swish... Swish... Swish......

Li Xuanling’s wrist trembled violently, the Heavenly Transformation Sword in her hand fluttered like a butterfly, and it pierced nineteen sword beams into the air, targeting every part of Duan Hong’s body, leaving him no room to dodge.

Thud......

The first sword beam pierced through his chest, and Duan Hong’s already terrified expression instantly intensified, especially when he realized that his chest bones were pierced by her sword. Unable to suppress his fright, he quickly looked up and shouted:

"Brother Yang, save me!"

Yang Fa was right beside him, being forcibly suppressed by Mu Longhe. Duan Hong was aware of this, so the ’Brother Yang’ he shouted clearly wasn’t him.

Besides Yang Fa, there was only one other person he could call Brother Yang.

The answer was obvious; the person he was calling for help was Yang Zhun.

"No one can save you now!"

Li Xuanling’s cold laugh sounded the death knell for Duan Hong.

The subsequent eighteen sword beams, more than half of them, precisely pierced through various parts of Duan Hong’s body, as if in an instant, yet it felt like it had been an eternity.

Before anyone on the ground could react, Duan Hong in mid-air was covered in more than a dozen blood holes. The blood holes were so numerous that within a few brief moments, the blood flowing from them dried completely, leaving only the ghastly white, bone-exposed sword holes.

Duan Hong didn’t even let out a single scream. As the sword light vanished, his body stiffened completely in the air, impaled by Li Xuanling’s longsword, his face still holding the last look of terror and fear before death.

As the master of Chui Mountain for decades, renowned across the Nine Towns Territory, Duan Hong had almost reached the pinnacle of Moao South Slope. Such a figure, slaughtered in his own town’s skies, in front of so many people, shocked everyone profoundly.

The battles in the military camp below stopped completely due to his death.

With Duan Hong dead, Mu Longhe also lost the desire to continue fighting, quickly distancing himself from Yang Fa, looking at his junior with eyes not filled with joy, but complex emotions.

Though Yang Fa’s face was filled with fury, he immediately turned his head to look toward the Duan Clan Land and quickly noticed something, his expression froze, then he sped off toward the clan land.

Deep within the Duan Clan Land, atop a building.

There stood twenty-two people, nineteen on the left, led by none other than Yang Zhun.

Beside Yang Zhun stood a young girl positioned like him. The girl wore blue and white brocade clothes, with a delicately crafted silver band on her forehead, a pair of silver and emerald hairpins in her hair, a blood-colored jade ring on her neck, and two milky white jades hanging on her waist.

Her appearance was outstanding, with a hint of pride in her brows, alongside numerous adornments, adding a noble touch to her. Her standing position alongside Yang Zhun clearly showed her unusual identity.

The dozen or so people behind the girl dressed similarly to her, only their accessories were less exquisite and their aura not as imposing.

If Xia Hong were here, he would instantly recognize the woman as none other than Chu Yan’er, who he drove out of Xia City in October two years ago.

Chu Yan’er looked exceptionally grim.

Naturally, so did Yang Zhun beside her.

The reason for their grim expressions was on the right side.

There were twenty-two people on the rooftop, with nineteen on the left and only three on the right.

Among the three, there were two elderly men with graying hair, one wearing black summer clothes, holding a silver Coiled Dragon Pattern Long Stick; the other dressed in a red robe, with a sword sheathed at his waist; the third wearing gold brocade, appearing middle-aged, holding a pitch-black Twelve-Hole Silver Ring Saber in his left hand.

Seeing Duan Hong in mid-air being killed by the newly arrived woman in white, Yang Zhun was instantly furious, turning his head to look at Xiang Fuhai and the other two, unable to restrain his sarcastic tone:

"Xiang Fuhai, Murong Chui, Xiahou Zhang, the three of you are each a master of a town, yet you all willingly bow to Xia Hong like loyal dogs, hum!"

"You dare mock the old man? If not for the Three Towns’ schemes back then, how would Bashang have been overturned by Dajue Temple? Yang Zhun, Chui Mountain doesn’t belong to you, no matter whose hand you borrow, it’s useless. Take your brother Yang Fa and roll back to Beishuo!"

Murong Chui and Xiahou Zhang were tolerable, but Xiang Fuhai hated Yang Zhun to the bone, lacking patience. The Beishuo’s schemes for Chui Mountain had failed utterly, making his heart elated, promptly telling Yang Zhun and his brother to roll back to Beishuo.

Yang Zhun’s eyes turned cold, killing intent rising within his pupils.

Yet this intent quickly subsided, as it wasn’t just Xiang Fuhai in front of him, but also Murong Chui and Xiahou Zhang.

If the three were to join forces, he wouldn’t be afraid; even if unable to win, he could tangle them for a while.

What he feared was that person!

Yang Zhun looked around cautiously, his vigilance reaching its peak.