Su Meier let out a cold, disdainful laugh.
"Still refusing to give up, Young Lord Tian Shu? It won't be long before reinforcements from the Heavenly Profound Holy Land arrive."
"Heavenly Profound Holy Land?" Jun Wuhen chuckled, a hint of mockery in his voice. "Have you forgotten? This is the Chaotic Star Region—our territory."
"Luo Suxin is trapped within the Immortal Secret Realm, while Bai Shuangying is occupied guarding the Demon-Sealing Abyss. As for the rest of your Heavenly Profound Holy Land, even if they come, do you really think our Starry Sky Holy Land fears them?"
He paused before casually waving a hand.
"Still... I'll let today's matter end here."
His icy gaze shifted toward Murong Yi, his eyes brimming with unmistakable menace.
"But you'd better be careful."
His lips curled into a cruel smile.
"And pray... you never fall into my hands."
Murong Yi instinctively shrank behind Mo Yu, peeking out from behind his shoulder. Sticking out her tongue, she made an exaggerated face at Jun Wuhen.
"Hmph! Master, that guy is so annoying! He clearly lost, yet he's still acting so arrogant."
Mo Yu didn't respond.
His calm gaze remained fixed on Jun Wuhen, his expression unreadable.
Soon...
Just a little longer...
Just as Jun Wuhen turned to leave, an icy voice echoed across the heavens, as cold and merciless as a blade forged from eternal frost.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Before the words had even finished, a figure silently appeared above Mo Yu.
She wore flowing black robes embroidered with faint silver patterns that shimmered like frost beneath the moonlight. An overwhelming aura of glacial cold radiated from her, as though she were an iceberg that had stood untouched for ten thousand years.
Her violet eyes resembled two bottomless frozen lakes—beautiful, yet devoid of warmth.
The newcomer was Xia Ningbing.
Mo Yu quietly let out a breath of relief.
She had arrived.
Exactly as expected.
Right on time.
The instant Jun Wuhen saw her, his pupils shrank violently.
An unprecedented sense of danger surged through his body, sending a chill from the soles of his feet straight to his scalp.
The pressure she exuded wasn't merely born of overwhelming strength.
It was her very presence.
She stood there like the Frost Empress of the Nine Heavens—cold, absolute, and untouchable.
Even the surrounding heaven and earth seemed unwilling to offend her.
Suppressing the fear rising within him, Jun Wuhen spoke in a low voice.
"It was your Heavenly Profound Holy Land that seized what belongs to me. I'm the one who's suffered the loss. Don't push your luck."
"So what?"
Xia Ningbing's indifferent reply contained not the slightest ripple of emotion.
Jun Wuhen's expression darkened.
Rage burned in his chest, yet he did not dare release it.
Although the woman before him was merely an Incarnation, he had no confidence in defeating her.
Taking a deep breath, he said coldly,
"You may be only a step away from that Realm, but you're still merely at the Body Integration Stage."
He slowly tightened his grip on his spear.
"Do you truly believe a single Incarnation can stop me?"
"You may try."
Her tone remained calm, as though she were stating an undeniable fact.
A ruthless light flashed through Jun Wuhen's eyes.
He exchanged glances with Jun Sha and the two Elders of the Starry Sky Holy Land.
Without another word, all four unleashed their spiritual power simultaneously.
Four overwhelming auras erupted into the sky, intending to forcefully break through Xia Ningbing's blockade.
Xia Ningbing merely lifted her slender jade hand.
Then...
She waved it lightly.
In an instant—
A boundless tide of icy Qi swept across the battlefield like the frozen winds of the Nine Netherworld.
The heavens dimmed.
The earth froze.
Everything within thousands of meters seemed to fall into an endless winter.
The four Body Integration experts instantly stiffened.
Their circulating spiritual power froze solid within their meridians.
No matter how desperately they struggled, not even a trace of it would respond.
Jun Wuhen felt a terrifying chill invade every inch of his body.
It seeped into his flesh...
His blood...
His bones...
Even his Divine Soul seemed on the verge of freezing.
He frantically circulated his cultivation to resist, but the frost clung to him like a parasite, relentlessly devouring his vitality.
"AAAAAH!"
A miserable scream tore through the sky.
Jun Sha's body suddenly froze into a crystal sculpture.
The next instant—
Bang!
His body shattered into countless glittering fragments of ice before dissolving into mist.
Not even his Divine Soul remained.
Moments later, the other two Elders met the same fate.
Their bodies exploded one after another, vanishing into clouds of icy mist that scattered with the wind.
Jun Wuhen alone remained standing.
Yet even he was barely enduring.
A thick layer of frost completely covered his body, and every movement became unimaginably slow.
"Damn it..."
Cold sweat streamed down his face despite the freezing temperature.
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
How...?
How could a mere Incarnation possess such terrifying power?
He stared at Xia Ningbing as though looking at an unfathomable monster.
"You..."
His voice trembled.
"Do you truly intend to wipe us out completely?"
Xia Ningbing offered no reply.
Her expression remained as cold and detached as ever.
She simply closed her slender fingers into a gentle fist.
Crack.
The surrounding space froze.
Jun Wuhen's eyes widened in horror.
His body instantly crystallized.
The next moment—
Boom!
His entire body exploded into countless shimmering ice crystals that drifted through the air before vanishing without a trace.
Only his unwilling roar echoed across the heavens for a brief moment...
...before eternal silence descended.
"Ma... Master..."
Murong Yi stared at the frozen battlefield, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief. Her lips parted slightly, yet no words came out.
"Who... who is that Senior? She's far too powerful! She merely closed her hand... and they were all defeated!"
Even now, she could hardly believe what she had just witnessed.
Mo Yu slowly regained his composure. Taking a quiet breath, he replied,
"That's your Senior Martial Aunt."
He paused for a moment before adding,
"...But they're not dead."
Even he couldn't hide the shock in his eyes.
He had always known Xia Ningbing was monstrously powerful. After all, she was the reincarnation of a supreme Empress.
But he had never imagined that a mere Incarnation could possess such overwhelming strength.
It was simply terrifying.
"Eh?"
Murong Yi blinked in confusion.
"But... weren't they crushed into ice?"