Chapter 1134 - 301: Snowbound Lovers’ Tragic Fate, Jade and Ice Couple’s Demise (Part 3)

Where the finger wind passed, the accumulated snow instantly condensed into sharp ice ridges, glinting an eerie blue under the moonlight.

This is precisely the legendary skill of the Dali Duan Family, the "One Yang Finger." After channeling energy, it uses the right index finger to press pressure points, with the speed of the finger strike being either swift like lightning or graceful and leisurely, hitting the target with flawless precision.

Facing Duan Kua’s attack, Liao Pei roared angrily, "A dignified official of the Imperial Court, actually launching a sneak attack on a mere rustic like me, what kind of conduct is that?" This old hero, who had roamed the Jianghu for decades, fiercely spun his palms, the wind from his fists creating a fierce momentum, generating bursts of Gang Qi.

Immediately, he cursed furiously, "Child’s play!"

He quickly turned his body, the shadows of his fists densely layered, striking straight at Duan Kua’s face.

Long Arm Fist emphasizes "arms as long as an ape’s, strength penetrating a thousand pounds," and when Liao Pei executed this punch, the accumulated snow within a radius of three zhang was shaken up into the air. Duan Kua let out a cold laugh, his body flickering like a specter.

His fingertips pointed consecutively, and three fierce finger winds pierced through the air, clashing with the fist wind with a piercing roar.

"Long Arm Fist is strong but lacks change; today, I’ll let you witness the marvel of the ’One Yang Finger!’" Before the words were finished, another three finger forces shot out, weaving a dense net of energy in the air.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, Liao Pei shouted mightily, deploying the ultimate move of the Long Arm Fist, "Mountain-Cracking Long Arm."

He unleashed this move with full force, the wind from his punch resembling a Mountain-Cracking Giant Axe, slicing open a gap in Duan Kua’s finger force.

However, in his urgency to secure victory, he exposed a flaw under his ribs.

A hint of ferocity flashed in Duan Kua’s eyes as he seized this fleeting opportunity, and the energy bursting from his fingertips pierced through the air like arrows.

A "puff" sound was heard, and three fingers shimmering with dark light deeply penetrated Liao Pei’s right ribs.

This "One Yang Finger," carrying its unique bone-piercing Cold Force, instantly invaded Liao Pei’s internal organs through his veins.

Liao Pei let out a muffled groan, his body staggering. Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, the wound on his right rib appeared like a beast’s claws had torn it open, blood gushing out, soaking through his dark blue strong outfit.

In the wind and snow, the blood mist rose, intertwining with the falling snowflakes into a tragic scene.

The intense pain made the veins on Liao Pei’s forehead bulge, cold sweat mixed with snow water dripping down his angular jaw.

But how could this old hero easily admit defeat? He stubbornly covered the wound with his left hand, dark red blood constantly seeping through his fingers, dripping onto the snow beneath, staining the pristine white snow a grim crimson.

"It’s...it’s not over yet!" Liao Pei said through gritted teeth, though his right fist was unstable due to the injury, he still mustered his Inner Strength, swinging it with a whooshing sound. Where the wind from the punch passed, the splattering blood droplets painted crimson arcs in the air, like a tragic war song.

Every punch he threw pulled on his wound, causing the blood to flow more rapidly, but the fighting spirit in his eyes burned ever hotter.

Duan Kua, seeing this, let out a cold laugh: "You’re nothing but a dying old man struggling in vain!"

He pointed rapidly with both hands, more than a dozen finger forces attacked like a torrential rainstorm.

Liao Pei’s figure swayed, yet he did not retreat even a step, brandishing the Long Arm Fist densely like an impenetrable barrier, skilfully dodging among the barrage of finger forces. His clothes were already soaked with blood, the snow beneath his feet stained a deep red, but he maintained his resolve, determined to fight the enemy to mutual destruction.

The icy wind of the twelfth lunar month swept past Feima Pass like iron sand, grinding the sounds of the fierce battle into fragments.

Wu Hunyang’s "Seventy-Two Hand Bone Shattering and Tendon-Splitting Hand" moved like a green snake out of its hole, each of his joints making eerie snapping sounds, every palm shadow carrying a sinister, soft force. Lie Quan’s Heaven and Earth Saber suddenly unsheathed, the blade light like a snowy ribbon in the air, cutting out a blazing white trajectory a yard long amidst the heavy snow.

"Child’s play!" Lie Quan’s booming shout knocked ice chunks off the roof corners, his blade turned executing the "Qiankun One Slash."

Where the blade force reached, the ground erupted with a three-foot deep ravine, the frozen earth mixed with snow flying up to the sky.

However, Wu Hunyang moved like a leaf in the wind, his palms suddenly transforming into swimming fish, darting swiftly through the gap in the blade’s momentum, instantly locking onto the "Yangchi" and "Waiguan" pressure points on Lie Quan’s wrist.

"No matter how sharp your Heaven and Earth Saber is, it can’t cut through this supple force of mine!" Wu Hunyang sneered, his nails already digging into Lie Quan’s flesh.

Lie Quan immediately felt as if his whole body was being gnawed by ten thousand ants, wanting to withdraw his saber but finding his arms as heavy as a thousand pounds. With a few crisp cracking sounds, his wrist bones were being gradually crushed under the twisting force of the Tendons and Bones Separating Hand, and the Heaven and Earth Saber fell to the ground with a clang, splashing bright red blood in the snow.

Seizing his advantage, Wu Hunyang showed no mercy, his boot encased with tenfold Inner Strength kicking out.

Lie Quan flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the city wall, the splinters of blue brick and the blood coughed up flying simultaneously.

Struggling to rise, he saw Wu Hunyang already pressing close, his blood-drenched fingertips glowing an eerie blue—ready to seize his throat’s vital point.

At this critical juncture, the sound of clashing metal suddenly echoed through the air.

"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen was coming through the snow with Shi Xiong on his back, his Celestial Silkworm Silk Net sweeping downward like the Milky Way, trapping Wu Hunyang at its center.

Shi Xiong, though young, wielded the White Rainbow Treasure Sword with prowess, the sword’s edge aimed at Wu Hunyang’s lower body. "Scoundrel! You’ve wounded my brother, prepare to die!" Xie Wen swept his Long Sword horizontally, Sword Qi carrying with it a bone-chilling force.

Though trapped in the net, Wu Hunyang remained unperturbed, his Tendons and Bones Separating Hand transforming into countless palm shadows, shredding numerous holes in the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net.

His sneer echoing back: "A fledgling brat dares to stand in my way?"

Xie Wen let out a cold snort, suddenly lifting the person within the net into the air. Using the cunning strength of the "Feixu Qingyan Technique," he fiercely hurled Wu Hunyang toward the city wall. With a thunderous crash, half of the wall collapsed.

Amidst the swirling dust, blood oozed from Wu Hunyang’s nose and mouth, yet he stubbornly attempted to fight on.