She had never suffered such humiliation in all her life, so ashamed she wished for death but could not manage it. Tears streamed down her face.

She struggled repeatedly, trying to escape, only to be casually dragged back by Zhao Shanqi, who continued to toy with her.

"Alas, the daughter of the Sect Master, our Sect Master has a daughter too, not nearly as pretty as you, but oh so haughty. Wretched girl, what are you crying for? It's me who should be weeping. If it weren't for you, how could I have been dragged to this place? If I'm not venting on you, then on whom? Stop crying, it hasn't even started yet. Quickly, assume the noble demeanor you're used to, or I'll have to punish you..."

Amid Zhao Shanqi's mockery and teasing, there was a buzzing outside, as though someone was yelling and shouting.

The ice in the cave was too thick, soundproofing it well, and with the entrance twisted and descending, it was hard to make out who was shouting.

Humiliated beyond enduring, Bian Weiyin was startled, not sure if she was mistaken, but she thought she heard the voice of Shi Chun.

Then she immediately felt she was being foolish. How could Shi Chun be here? Even though Shi Chun had said he would come for her, even if he did, what could he possibly achieve as an Initial Martial monk?

Yet the scene before her eyes once again shocked her into desperately attempting to crawl away.

Zhao Shanqi stood up, beginning to remove his clothes, unraveling his belt.

Unaware of what was causing the commotion outside, it disrupted his mood, deciding to end it quickly...

With a swish, Shi Chun drew the sword from his back, and Wu Jinliang appeared beside him, wielding a broadsword.

Their hiding place was only a hop-skip away, very close.

"What's the situation?" Wu Jinliang asked as he landed. He hadn't expected to reveal himself so quickly; had he known, he wouldn't have hidden. Then he noticed Gan Tangyu on the ground, and his gaze sharpened.

"Well, well, the big oaf is here too. Why are you brandishing that knife so menacingly?" Luo Buqi approached with a gleeful grin, evidently harboring ill intentions.

As everyone had expected, since Divine Light Sect had already betrayed Wukang Mountain, they wouldn't let anyone from Wukang Mountain leave alive if they got the chance.

Many people laughed as they watched, not taking these two from the Land of Exile seriously at all. They knew their strength: one was at the low level of High Martial, and the other at the top level of Initial Martial—hardly impressive in their eyes.

Shi Chun's scrutinizing gaze settled on the cave, spotting the silhouette of someone standing, loosening their clothing. Hmm? Had it not started yet?

He dared not delay any further. This was no longer about revenge but about rescuing someone. He swiftly advanced towards the approaching Luo Buqi.

As they met face to face, without hesitation, Shi Chun launched a deadly move, "Demon Dispel Hand," blasting it towards his opponent.

Luo Buqi, possessing High-level Martial Arts Cultivation, didn't take an Initial Martial Realm nobody seriously and casually parried.

Clang, an abnormal loud sound echoed.

Luo Buqi found his parrying arm thrown off by an explosive force and only then realized something was terribly wrong.

Bang! Shi Chun's palm struck his chest.

Luo Buqi's eyes bulged, his back clothing bulged as if something was trying to burst out, and he began to tremble on his legs.

Shi Chun passed by him, casually flinging him backward, "These men are yours!"

The words, naturally, were directed at Wu Jinliang; he was off to rescue someone.

Wu Jinliang blocked the flying Luo Buqi with his flat saber, sending him crashing to the ground, then lifted his great saber, thrusting it directly at Luo Buqi's head with a malevolent smile. Dare call me a big oaf?

Crack! A crisp breaking sound.

A clean strike, brain matter splattered beneath Wu Jinliang's blade.

Seeing Luo Buqi overturned with a single move, the crowd looking for entertainment was shocked. This couldn't be the cultivation of an Initial Martial monk. They refused to believe it.

"Senior Brother Luo!" Another disciple of Divine Light Sect cried out in grief, quickly clapped his hands together, immediately bursting forth with a blinding white light that swallowed everything.

What the devil, Wu Jinliang swiftly raised his sleeve to shield his eyes.

Bang!

In the midst of the echoing sound, the white light quickly extinguished.

The people who swiftly opened their eyes in alertness only saw splatters of blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Shi Chun acted urgently, grabbing a head in his hand, his expression cold and murderous. With a forceful shove, he sent the severed head toward those who stood in his way, the message was clear, those who block me die!

This is the consequence!

Eager to rescue and fearing to be entangled by these people, a strong deterrent was necessary, and thus his moves were unleashed without reservation, all of them lethal!

The next moment, he rushed forward with a sword in one hand and a head in the other.

Indeed, the rest became chilled to the bone, moving aside to let him pass, not daring to block the entrance to the ice cave.

In the blink of an eye, killing two people of the Divine Light Sect, who would dare to stand in his way!

The Divine Light Sect, being regarded by Bai Shuchuan, naturally had extraordinary strength; the five who attended all had high-level martial arts cultivation. To see them easily slain like chopping melons and cutting vegetables left everyone in shock and horror.

Shi Chun directly charged into the ice cave, swiftly dodging left and right down the winding passageway.

Inside the ice cave, Zhao Shanqi, bare-chested, had just taken off his pants and was now hurriedly putting them back on. He wasn't deaf and couldn't miss the commotion of the fight outside, anxious to find out what had happened.

A touch irritated as well, wanting to know who kept ruining his pleasure.

Just as his hands were frantic tying his pants, he suddenly turned around to look and saw a figure with a sword at the entrance; it was Shi Chun.

Shi Chun saw an unusual Bian Weiyin on the ice bed, her hair disheveled, her face covered in tears, struggling hard. Her graceful curves showed an extraordinary beauty under the glow of the fiery light, very pleasing to the eye, unforgettable at a glance.

But he had no interest in looking, his gaze quickly locked onto Zhao Shanqi, having seen him before, so it was this bastard!

Bian Weiyin also forgot her shame, staring at Shi Chun in astonishment; he had actually come, she thought it was just nonsense, in her despair she thought the voice she heard was a hallucination, never expecting it was truly him.

This act of holding a sword in one hand and a head in the other, at this moment, made for a scene filled with murderous aura, one she would never forget in her life.

Zhao Shanqi was also stunned, recognizing Shi Chun. How had this guy arrived? He couldn't quite understand.

His gaze quickly fixated on the head, and with a cry of alarm, he exclaimed, "Junior Brother!"

"For you!"

With a roar of anger, Shi Chun threw the head over, intending to divert the other's attention to keep him from taking Bian Weiyin hostage.

As the head was thrown, he swiftly charged forward.

Zhao Shanqi didn't catch the head, pushing it aside with a sweep of his hand, then clapped his hands together, instantly unleashing a blinding white light.

Such a quick response, though he hadn't seen what had happened outside, he didn't take his opponent lightly. Being able to kill his junior brother among so many outside, he couldn't afford to be careless, and his move was a deadly one!

But his deadly move was useless against Shi Chun; the superpower in Shi Chun's right eye hadn't faded, it was only that his left eye was closed.

The opponent's eye-blocking skill that involved the flash of strong light, along with shifting and changing positions, did not affect Shi Chun's precise tracking in the slightest.

The confined space for maneuvering in the ice cave was limited; Shi Chun sidestepped and used the momentum to send a palm strike hurtling towards his target.

Zhao Shanqi, bringing his hands together, was slightly shocked and tried to deflect with his palms but was blasted open by a strange explosive force, leaving his guard completely open. He watched helplessly as the palm strike, like a mountain-moving dragon, printed itself on his chest.

The palm strike seemed to lack significant impact, not even pushing him back much, but the concealed monstrous strength within made him struggle to widen his eyes and open his mouth, as if he wanted to release something from his throat.

This palm strike also extinguished the flourishing white light.

The instant the white light went out, Bian Weiyin urgently opened her eyes; just in time to see Shi Chun twist his body and behead Zhao Shanqi, sending the head flying.

The head that flew through the air nearly hit her, landing on the ice bed and rolling to her side, with its warm blood splattering her face.

She watched, stunned, another scene she would never forget for the rest of her life.

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