Snow falls in the far north, and the remnants of the Martial Souls bare their fangs.

The cold wind of the Far North cut across faces like knives, whipping up a sky full of snow and covering the earth in a blanket of silver white. The Nishen Legion's outpost was established at the edge of the glacier. The soldiers of the outpost were patrolling vigilantly, their eyes fixed on the depths of the glacier—the hiding place of the remnants of Spirit Hall.

Suddenly, a violent tremor came from deep within the glacier, accompanied by heaven-shaking battle cries. Countless black figures rushed out from the ice, lunging toward the outpost. Leading them was a woman clad in black battle armor, holding a sharp Ice Blade in her hand. Her gaze was cold and ruthless; she was the leader of the Spirit Hall remnants and a confidante of Bibi Dong—Cold Blade Douluo.

“Kill! Break through the outpost!” Cold Blade Douluo's voice was as bone-chilling as ice. With a wave of the Ice Blade in her hand, a massive blade of ice slashed toward the outpost.

The soldiers of the outpost immediately raised their shields, condensing their spirit power into a defensive barrier. However, Cold Blade Douluo's Ice Blade was too sharp; the defensive barrier was instantly torn apart. The Ice Blade slammed heavily against the outpost's wall with a loud bang, leaving a massive crack in its wake.

“Not good! It's the remnants of Spirit Hall!” The outpost captain's face changed drastically. He immediately raised a Signal Flare and fired it into the sky. The red Signal Flare exploded in the air like a vibrant blood flower, standing out starkly against the white snow.

A cruel smile curled at the corners of Cold Blade Douluo's mouth. Looking at the panicked soldiers, her eyes were full of disdain: “You Nishen Legion scum! Today is the day you die!” Behind her, the Spirit Hall remnants let out bursts of sinister laughter as they pounced toward the outpost like hungry wolves.

Just then, two streaks of light streaked across the sky from afar like meteors. One golden light carried a holy aura, while the other green light carried the power of sharp Wind Blades. It was Qian Renxue and Yun Yun arriving to provide reinforcements.

“Remnants of Spirit Hall! Do not presume to be so insolent!” Qian Renxue's voice echoed through the clouds. Her Angel Wings unfurled, and the golden Angel Fire burned fiercely, transforming into a massive phoenix that lunged toward the Spirit Hall remnants.

Yun Yun's green Wind Blade power surged. Countless Wind Blades condensed at her fingertips and shot toward the Spirit Hall remnants like a rainstorm. Wherever the Wind Blades passed, screams rose one after another. The Spirit Hall remnants fell one by one, their bodies sliced into pieces by the Wind Blades.

Cold Blade Douluo's expression instantly became solemn. She looked at Qian Renxue and Yun Yun, her eyes full of wariness: “Qian Renxue? Yun Yun? How did you get here so fast?”

Qian Renxue's Angel Fire burned brightly, her gaze cold and disdainful: “Did Xiao Ling think that by inciting a border conflict, he could distract us? How foolish! We already anticipated you would launch a sneak attack on the outpost and were waiting here specifically for you!”

Yun Yun's green Wind Blade power flowed between her fingertips. She looked at Cold Blade Douluo, her eyes filled with killing intent: “Cold Blade Douluo, as an Elder of Spirit Hall, you have no remorse. Instead, you aid a villain and collude with Xiao Ling. Today, I shall act on behalf of heaven to clean house!”

A sinister smile curled on Cold Blade Douluo's lips. With a wave of her Ice Blade, her black spirit power surged: “Clean house? With just you? Don't forget, you were once a person of Spirit Hall too!”

Yun Yun's gaze instantly turned cold. Her body trembled slightly as images of the past flashed through her mind. She had once been an Elder of Spirit Hall, fighting side-by-side with Bibi Dong. That memory was etched into the depths of her heart like a brand.

Qian Renxue noticed Yun Yun's abnormality. She reached out and took Yun Yun's hand. Golden Angel Fire flowed gently, warming Yun Yun's palm: “Yun Yun, don't let her words affect you. You are now a member of the Nishen Legion and our sister. The past of Spirit Hall no longer has anything to do with you.”

Looking at Qian Renxue's firm gaze and feeling the warmth in her palm, the haze in Yun Yun's heart gradually dissipated. She took a deep breath, her green Wind Blade power surging as her gaze became incomparably resolute: “You're right. I am no longer a person of Spirit Hall. I am Yun Yun, Yun Yun of the Nishen Legion!”

A hint of mockery flashed in Cold Blade Douluo's eyes: “Stubborn! Today, I will let you know that the power of Spirit Hall is invincible!” With a wave of her Ice Blade, a massive blade of ice slashed toward Qian Renxue and Yun Yun.

Qian Renxue's Angel Wings unfurled, and golden angel light condensed into a light shield, blocking the Ice Blade's attack. Yun Yun's green Wind Blade power surged, and countless Wind Blades condensed into one massive Wind Blade that shot toward Cold Blade Douluo.

Cold Blade Douluo's face changed drastically, and she hurriedly raised her Ice Blade to block. However, Yun Yun's Wind Blade power was too sharp; the Ice Blade was instantly severed. The Wind Blade slammed heavily against Cold Blade Douluo's body. She let out a scream and was sent flying, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

“Elder!” the Spirit Hall remnants cried out, wanting to rush forward to the rescue.

“It's useless!” Qian Renxue's Angel Fire burned fiercely. Her body turned into a streak of golden light, charging into the midst of the Spirit Hall remnants. Wherever the Angel Fire passed, screams rose one after another. The Spirit Hall remnants were consumed by the flames one by one, turning into ashes.

Yun Yun's green Wind Blade power surged. Her body turned into a streak of green light, chasing after Cold Blade Douluo. Cold Blade Douluo struggled to get up, only to find her body locked by the power of the Wind Blades, unable to move at all.

Yun Yun slowly landed in front of Cold Blade Douluo. A green Wind Blade pressed against her throat, her gaze cold and firm: “Speak! Where is Xiao Ling? Is Bibi Dong still alive?”

A hint of fear flashed in Cold Blade Douluo's eyes. Looking at Yun Yun, her lips trembled as she said: “Xiao Ling... Xiao Ling is in the core region of the Far North Glaciers. Lady Bibi Dong... Lady Bibi Dong is still alive! She was rescued by Xiao Ling and is currently recovering from her injuries!”

Qian Renxue's body jolted, and her gaze instantly became complex. Bibi Dong was still alive? That woman who had once imprisoned and tortured her was actually still alive? A wave of complex emotions welled up in her heart—anger, fear, and a trace of bewilderment.

Yun Yun noticed Qian Renxue's abnormality. She turned to look at Qian Renxue, her eyes full of concern: “Qian Renxue, are you alright?”

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and shook her head, her gaze becoming incomparably firm: “I'm fine. It's just as well that Bibi Dong is alive. I can finally have a reckoning with her!”

Just then, a black figure streaked from the depths of the glacier; it was Xiao Ling. His face was so dark it looked like it could drip water. Looking at the corpses strewn across the ground, his eyes were full of rage: “Cold Blade Douluo! You are truly useless! You couldn't even break through a tiny outpost!”

Despair filled Cold Blade Douluo's eyes. Looking at Xiao Ling, she shouted loudly: “Xiao Ling! Save me! You promised me that as long as I helped you break through the outpost, you would help me resurrect Lady Bibi Dong!”

A cruel smile curled at the corners of Xiao Ling's mouth. A streak of black spirit power flashed in his hand and shot toward Cold Blade Douluo. Cold Blade Douluo let out a scream, and her body was instantly consumed by the black spirit power, turning into ashes.

“Save you?” Xiao Ling's voice was as sharp as a ghost's. “A piece of trash like you doesn't deserve to live in this World!”

Qian Renxue and Yun Yun's gazes instantly turned cold. They looked at Xiao Ling, their eyes full of killing intent: “Xiao Ling! You are so despicable!”

Xiao Ling's gaze fell upon Qian Renxue and Yun Yun, and a mocking smile curled on his lips: “Despicable? When dealing with you God Defiers, there's no need to speak of morality! Today, I will make you turn into ashes just like Cold Blade Douluo!” A black token flashed in his hand, the runes upon it flickering with an eerie light. “Lord Shadow God! Come forth!”

In an instant, a black figure emerged from the depths of the glacier; it was the Shadow God. His entire body emitted a cold aura, and his gaze was cold and ruthless: “Xiao Ling, you've messed up again.”

Xiao Ling's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly bowed in salute: “Lord Shadow God, this isn't my fault. Qian Renxue and Yun Yun are too strong, I...”

“Enough!” The Shadow God interrupted Xiao Ling. His gaze fell on Qian Renxue and Yun Yun, his eyes full of killing intent: “Since they've delivered themselves to our doorstep, we'll settle them together!”

The Shadow God's body turned into a streak of black light, pouncing toward Qian Renxue and Yun Yun. Black spirit power surged like a tide, carrying a terrifying power that could devour the divine soul.

Qian Renxue and Yun Yun's expressions instantly became solemn. They stood back-to-back, golden Angel Fire and green Wind Blade power surging simultaneously as they prepared to meet the Shadow God's attack.

Just then, a black light streaked from afar like a bolt of lightning cutting through the sky. Su Chen's figure slowly emerged. He held the god-defying longsword in his hand, his black God-Defying Soul Power surging, his gaze cold and firm: “Shadow God! Xiao Ling! Your opponent is me!”

Looking at Su Chen's figure, Qian Renxue and Yun Yun's eyes were full of pleasant surprise. They knew that now that Su Chen had arrived, they were certain to win this battle!

Xiao Ling looked at Su Chen's figure, his eyes filled with fear. He knew that Su Chen's strength far exceeded his imagination. With Su Chen here, he had no chance of winning. His body trembled slightly, and he wanted to turn and flee.

Su Chen's gaze was cold and sharp. Looking at Xiao Ling, his voice was as bone-chilling as ice: “Xiao Ling, you want to run? Too late!”