Myth Beyond Heaven

Qi Yuanfeng's face went pale. He completely lost his previous arrogance. He thought that he and his father would become invincible throughout the entire Northern Continent after obtaining the "inheritance" from the Northern Endless Sea Lord. Who would have thought they were simply defeated by a mid-level Saint like this?

Yun Qianxue didn't say anything. She simply shattered Qi Yuanfeng's Origin Core, clipping his profound strength and throwing him to Ding Jiangou.

"I'll leave him at your disposal." Yun Qianxue said plainly.

Ding Jiangou returned to his sense and asked cautiously. "Senior, are you coming from the Frozen Moon Palace?"

Yun Qianxue didn't answer but asked a question instead. "Do you know where's Han Bingling right now?"

Ding Jiangou and Fu Tiangang were stunned. Yun Qianxue actually called Han Bingling's name directly. Obviously, she wasn't a disciple of the Frozen Moon Palace.

"She should be at the Profound Sky Divine City. From what I know, the Peng Clan, the White Feather Sect, and the Violent Gale Sect have been trying to stir the water recently. Once they took over the divine city, we would lose an important fortress." Fu Tiangang said with a grimaced expression.

Yun Qianxue glanced at Fu Tiangang's severed limbs and threw him a bottle of the best-grade healing pills. "Take this and find a place to regrow your limbs."

She glanced at the horizon and said. "I'll leave first."

Yun Qianxue waved her hand as she spoke and disappeared along with Qi Qianxing's body.

Ding Jiangou and Fu Tiangang glanced at each other.

"I didn't expect there's such a character in our Northern Continent." Fu Tiangang said emotionally.

Ding Jiangou fed the former the healing pills and turned to Qi Yuanfeng. "It seems you know her. Tell me who is she?"

Qi Yuanfeng's face was pale as a white sheet. He gazed at the distance dazedly as if he had just lost his soul. Since he was crippled now. There was no point in talking further.

Ding Jiangou sneered. "Where's your arrogance now?"

Fu Tiangang recovered his strength a little and said. "Her name is Yun Qianxue… If I remember correctly, there's a small sect called Misty Cloud Sect in the Heavenly Fortune Nation. Could it be she came from that place?"

Ding Jiangou furrowed his brows and couldn't think of anything. He placed Fu Tiangang on the side and walked to the spear Zhang Changming had left behind.

"Brother Zhang. I'm sorry." Ding Jiangou picked the spear up and sighed in grief. It would be good if Yun Qianxue appeared a minute earlier, but he knew it couldn't be helped.

Swoosh!

"Patriarch!"

"Father!"

At this moment, Ding Yang, Zhang Yuhuang, Fu Tianya, and the clan elders came to Fu Tiangang's side and looked at the scene in shock.

Earlier, they were escaping from Qi Yuanfeng's pursuit, but everything suddenly changed. Qi Yuanfeng was pulled away by a mysterious force out of nowhere, allowing them to be relieved.

After a short discussion, they decided to come back to take a look, and the scene in front of them amazed them deeply.

"Qi Yuanfeng!" Fu Tianya said with difficulty. His injury had yet to recover.

Ding Yang and the others discovered Qi Yuanfeng lying on the ground like a dead man. Furthermore, he was actually crippled. What was going on here?

"Uncle Ding, where is my father?" Zhang Yuhuang asked tremblingly as she didn't see her father here.

A complicated look appeared on Ding Jiangou's face. He sighed and said. "I'm sorry."

Zhang Yuhuang's mind went blank. Tears gradually ran down her cheeks. "No…"

The expressions of Ding Yang and the others changed drastically upon hearing this.

Ding Yang stepped forward and pulled Zhang Yuhuang into his arms, letting her cry.

The Zhang clan elders lowered their heads and went silent. In order to preserve the clan's lifeline, Zhang Changming decided to face the enemy by himself and let everyone escape. His sacrifice made everyone feel remorse. They should be the ones who stay behind instead.

"Father. What happened here?" Fu Tianya asked curiously.

"Don't ask about it. Let's clear the place first. The battle is not over yet. There may be another round of attack soon." Fu Tiangang said and got up with the help of the clan elders.

"Hehe…Hahaha! Do you think you have won now? Wait until my lord personally comes here later. All of you will definitely die. Especially that bitch Yun Qianxue!" Suddenly, Qi Yuanfeng laughed wildly as if he had gone crazy. His face was full of madness.

"Take him away and find out what he knows." Fu Tiangang said coldly, and the clan elders hurriedly took Qi Yuanfeng away.

"I hope Palace Master Han wins." Fu Tiangang glanced in the Profound Sky Divine City direction and muttered to himself.

***

Bang!

Qi Qianxing's ice body was thrown onto the ground mercilessly.

Yun Qianxue slowly descended from the sky and landed on a flattened mountain. This place was full of ruins. Evidently, it had been trampled several times.

Yun Qianxue looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Misty Cloud Peak that was lost its luster with a hint of sadness in her eyes. The scene where she was brought up by the previous sect master emerged in her mind.

She once vowed to protect the sect with her life, but the reality, she abandoned this place and escaped.

Looking at a pile of debris that once was the main hall, Yun Qianxue gradually walked toward it before kneeling down and kowtowing. "Master, Qianxue is incompetent, failing to protect our sect home-ground. Qianxue asks Master for a punishment."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Yun Qianxue smashed her forehead on the ground a few times until bleeding. She waved her hand, and Qi Qianxing's body flew to her side. "Today, I brought the person who destroyed our home-ground. I will use his blood to atone for my sin and let our passing disciples rest in peace."

The ice around Qi Qianxing gradually melted away. He slowly regained his sense and hurriedly looked around.

Yun Qianxue got up and grabbed Qi Qianxing's head. The Misty Cloud Divine Sword silently appeared in her hand as she placed the blade around Qi Qianxing's neck.

"You!" Qi Qianxing's face was full of fear. No matter how hard he struggled, it was futile in the end.

p Puff!

As Yun Qianxue moved her hand, blood spurted out like a fountain along with Qi Qianxing's head flew into the air, painting the white snow ground red…