Cultivators gathered in droves by the lake. Many were extremely powerful and saw that Feiyun wasn’t much weaker than Nalan Hongtao. After another six months, he would have a seventy percent chance of defeating Hongtao to leave an indelible mark on the holy tablet.

His talents made many people uneasy.

A crimson blade flew out from the snowy plains. A wave of blood was aiming for Feiyun’s chest.

Someone had finally taken action in the dark. This person was afraid of retribution from the Divine King and didn’t dare to show themselves.

After all, few would dare to publicly kill the Divine King’s successor.

“Boom!” A different iron sword flew out and fended off the crimson blade.

Su Xue’s body flashed and landed next to Feiyun. The iron sword flew out again towards the snowy plains. A scream came soon afterward.

The sword flew back into her hand, stained with blood.

Feiyun had blood dripping down from the corners of his lips, but he was still smiling: “I didn’t expect you...