Chapter 215: The Arranged Battle Concludes, Rushing to the Battlefield

Chapter 215 -158: The Arranged Battle Concludes, Rushing to the Battlefield

The air within a hundred-meter radius gradually froze, and the ground became covered in a layer of frost.

Finally, more than twenty masters of the Demon Path closed in, coming within a hundred meters of Chen Xiaorong. The one leading them was Su Ying, the same man whose underlings had been killed by Zhao Zuo. A wide, eager smile was plastered on his face.

“Fairy Chen, if you had retreated directly, I’m afraid we really wouldn’t have been able to catch you. But since you’ve chosen to walk into death’s embrace, we’ll have to graciously accept your gift.”

“I never thought of retreating or leaving. I came here to kill every last one of you.”

Chen Xiaorong’s tone was light, yet it carried the chill of a harsh winter day, like a freezing wind. Layers of ice crystals spread out from her feet as she burned what little Mana she had left.

These Demon Cultivators had wantonly devoured the blood of civilians in Red Rock City, reaping their lives. They had long been on Chen Xiaorong’s kill list, which was why she would not choose to retreat… or leave.

In an instant, more than twenty Magical Artifacts flew toward Chen Xiaorong from a distance. At the same time, all manner of incredibly vicious Talismans descended upon her, raining down in a dense barrage.

They all knew Chen Xiaorong was doomed to die today, but these Demon Cultivators were not a united front. None of them wanted to sacrifice their own lives, so their main strategy was one of attrition.

Just like a pack of wolves in a forest hunting a wounded bear, they didn’t need to inflict a major injury. They only needed to tire it out and prevent its wounds from healing, and it would naturally bleed to death.

Therefore, the Demon Path’s only plan was to drag things out.

Chen Xiaorong naturally understood their intentions. That was why she had proactively approached the enemy, hoping to crush them with the force of a thunderbolt in a single, decisive flash.

“The dead of winter, frost and Extreme Cold… Winter’s Extreme Freeze.”

She swung her dim Suwen Longsword. A freezing gale spread from the edge of her sword, sweeping over the crowd. It was as if they had been instantly transported to the frigid North Pole. The various Talismans that arrived first were frozen solid by an eerie blue, cold air current, turning into balls of ice that fell from the sky.

Not even the roiling flames were an exception. It seemed as if the entire world was gradually freezing over. Her enemies felt as if they had been cast into the Nine Nether Hell; their Qi Blood and Mana seemed on the verge of freezing solid, and a layer of blue frost coated their bodies.

The hundred-meter area was shrouded in an eerie blue mist. Ice crystals constantly grew from the ground, along with snowflakes of various shapes and colors. It was as if this part of the world had suddenly turned to winter—an extremely cold one at that.

But this was only the beginning. A terrifyingly cold current surged into their bodies through their pores, threatening to freeze their very blood, like countless cold iron needles piercing their bones.

Su Ying mobilized all the Qi Blood and Mana in his body to protect his internal organs, allowing his skin and flesh to freeze. Shuddering uncontrollably, he spoke in disbelief.

“How can you still manipulate the Power of Heaven and Earth when you’ve clearly fallen from the Foundation Establishment Realm?”

Human-shaped ice sculptures had already appeared around him. In the face of the Power of Heaven and Earth that Chen Xiaorong controlled, only the few at Qi Cultivation Perfection could use their Mana to protect themselves and hope to survive. As for the others, they had long been frozen solid in this icy Hell.

Unfortunately, Chen Xiaorong did not answer him. She continued her assault, sword flashing as she aimed directly for Su Ying’s head. At the critical moment, Su Ying unleashed the Qi Blood hidden within him. His body rapidly regained its mobility, and he violently swung his Defiled Blood Saber to block.

CLANG!

The weapons collided. Su Ying was thrown back more than twenty meters. Though his body was severely wounded, he was, after all, still alive… He had successfully blocked Chen Xiaorong’s swift strike.

Her attack having failed, Chen Xiaorong lowered her head and spat out a mouthful of blood. Her expression remained as determined as ever as she took a deep breath, inhaling the surrounding eerie blue, cold mist.

Su Ying tightened his grip on his Defiled Blood Saber. His aura suddenly surged—the Blood Burning Secret Technique!

At this moment, he wasn’t thinking about anything else. ‘Those Loose Cultivators are a nuisance, but I know that if we don’t use our life-risking trump cards now, we will absolutely die at Chen Xiaorong’s hands.’

“Truly a peerless, once-in-a-millennium genius of the thirteen surrounding kingdoms,” Su Ying muttered.

CRACK, CRACK.

Two blue ice sculptures near him began to crack. Mo Bolan and Gu Lingshan broke free from their icy restraints. The three of them were the only masters among the Demon Path Cultivators left alive. After taking the full brunt of Chen Xiaorong’s explosive attack… they were all suffering from frostbite.

“No more holding back,” Su Ying said, his face devoid of expression. He couldn’t bring himself to smile anymore.

‘I thought it would be simple for twenty-four of us to kill a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator who had fallen from her Realm. I never imagined she would obliterate twenty-one of us with a single move.’

“Don’t worry, Brother Su. She can only muster the strength for one attack of that magnitude,” Mo Bolan said, looking at Chen Xiaorong’s pale face. A hint of excitement appeared on his own. ‘This might be the only chance I’ll get in my entire life to hunt down a genius like this.’

“Let’s fight. Let’s risk it all. For ourselves,” Gu Lingshan declared. The bones throughout his body let out a series of cracks as his aura abruptly intensified. He had clearly activated a life-risking Secret Technique as well.

On the battlefield, the three men used their own techniques, launching into a fierce battle. It was clear that Chen Xiaorong’s injuries were extremely severe; she could no longer manipulate the Power of Heaven and Earth to attack. However, relying on her exquisite Swordsmanship and the Power of Ice, she still managed to keep the three of them firmly suppressed.

Her fingers danced, conjuring cold blue ice blades in mid-air. They sliced through the air with a sharp whistle, flying directly toward the injured Su Ying.

Her figure was swift and agile. She nimbly dodged her opponents’ attacks, swiftly swinging her longsword to counter. Every strike, every form, was impeccably precise, giving no hint of her injuries. A layer of frost condensed around her, slowing her enemies’ bursts of speed and forcing them to split their focus to fight the chilling aura.

The three men paused to catch their breath, staring warily at Chen Xiaorong. Setting aside her terrifying talent, the combat skills and tolerance for pain she displayed far exceeded their imagination. They even felt a sense of shame at their own inadequacy.

On the other side, Chen Xiaorong’s gaze was cold and resolute, as if it contained a terrifying frosty qi. She charged toward Su Ying again, her right hand brandishing the longsword as she spoke once more.

“Winter Frost.”

This was a Swordsmanship technique she had developed during the Qi Cultivation Stage. It was less powerful and domineering than Extreme Freeze, but it was the strongest move she could use in her current state. Her eerie blue figure flashed past, like an elf of ice dancing in a world of snow and frost. It was a tragically beautiful sight, imbued with a grace that seemed to transcend everything.

In the frigid environment, Chen Xiaorong’s figure flickered in and out of sight, and even her aura became faint and difficult to pinpoint. Though she moved in sudden flashes, her assault was fluid and effortless.

A blue sword light blossomed. Su Ying stared in astonishment at the blade protruding from his chest. Before he could even react, Chen Xiaorong seemed to have ignored the thirty-meter distance between them and delivered the strike.

“How is this possible…”

PTHOO.

After withdrawing her blade, Chen Xiaorong spat out a mouthful of blood. She stabbed her sword into the ground to support herself. Rashly using the Power of Heaven and Earth had thrown her Meridians into a tangled mess, leaving her with only enough strength for one final strike.

“Hahaha, she’s finished!” Mo Bolan and Gu Lingshan did not approach Chen Xiaorong rashly. They knew she must still have the strength for one last strike, and neither of them wanted to be the unlucky one to bear the brunt of that final… blow.

“You were the genius with the best chance in a thousand years for Ascension to Immortality. Yet you made an enemy of countless people for the sake of those commoners, those ants, and even ended up like this… Was it worth it?” Mo Bolan demanded, clearly just stalling for time.

“Cough, cough…” Chen Xiaorong coughed up more blood. The crimson liquid stained the icy surface, blooming like a blood-red lotus before her. She straightened her back, her gaze shifting between Mo Bolan and Gu Lingshan. ‘Who should I use my final strike on?’ she thought.

As for the enemy’s question, she couldn’t be bothered to answer. ‘In this world, no one understands me.’

“Of course it’s worth it. That is the direction of my will, the guidance of my heart, and the very foundation of my Path.”

From more than twenty meters away, Zhao Zuo, holding his Black Flame Longsword, answered seriously.