The Ice Polar Palace of Snow God Peak is nothing but a disguise for my identity, a piece in my strategic layout. What does Great Xing Mountain count for, and what does White Jade Capital matter?
From the beginning to the end, I've never taken those timid rodents that hide their heads and show their tails, too scared to show themselves, seriously.
At most, they're just a cunning move by the Four Sects, a mere probe, inconsequential.
But now…
Inconsequential matters have become unexpected variables, now severing life before me.
How could this be?
Did Meng Fuyao still have a trump card up her sleeve, the Four Sects already with six corpses resolved?
Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos enough to make one's blood boil and one's head feel like it's splitting apart!
In this chaos, with my demonic nature growing stronger and disregarding everything else, Zheng Yin slashed out with his blade, intending to forcefully break through the encirclement.
"Puff!"
