273: Chapter 273 Betrayal

Ye Bing sat regally on the back of the alpha wolf, taking in the shock and realization that flashed across Wang Gang's face, the cold curve of his lips becoming more pronounced.

"Oh? You actually recognize This Prince?"

His voice was playful:

"It seems that under the Prince of Zhenbei's command, not everyone is trash."

He turned his gaze toward the exquisite jade palace, as if he could see the panicked young girl inside through the walls, his tone becoming grim and certain:

"The one inside is the Prince of Zhenbei's precious youngest daughter, Yun Ge, right? Hehe, I wonder if the Prince of Zhenbei, whose name shakes the Northern Region, would be willing to trade a grand border fortress for his precious daughter's life?"

"You dare!"

Wang Gang's eyes were nearly splitting from rage as three types of Dao rhymes surged around him, transforming into red, gold, and green brilliance to protect his body:

"Protect the Young Miss!"

"Move!"

Ye Bing stopped talking and gave a light wave of his hand.

"Awooo—!"

Dozens of Snow Shadow Phantom Wolves howled toward the sky simultaneously, their voices echoing across the empty icefield, sending shivers down one's spine.

They transformed into streaks of gray-white shadows, carrying a bone-chilling cold and a stench of blood as they lunged at the Icefield Titan from all directions.

The several followers Wang Gang brought were also skilled; they immediately formed a formation to meet the enemy, engaging in a fierce battle with the wolf pack.

"Zhao Mang! Take the Young Miss and leave first!"

Wang Gang shouted at a burly confidant guarding the palace entrance, then exploded with full power to meet two lunging giant wolves.

The man named Zhao Mang responded and rushed into the palace without hesitation.

Wang Gang felt slightly relieved; Zhao Mang had followed him for many years and was one of his most trusted subordinates. With him escorting the Young Miss, there should be a sliver of hope.

However, what happened next almost froze Wang Gang's blood!

Instead of taking the Young Miss to break out from the rear after entering the palace, Zhao Mang... held the pretty young girl hostage and instantly appeared before Ye Bing.

He knelt on one knee, presenting the struggling and crying girl, and said respectfully:

"Your Highness, I have fulfilled the mission!"

"Zhao Mang!!!"

Wang Gang let out a heart-wrenching roar. His body trembled slightly from extreme shock and anger; he simply couldn't believe his eyes.

"The Prince of Zhenbei's Residence treated you with kindness as heavy as a mountain, yet you dare to betray us?!"

Zhao Mang lowered his head, not daring to meet Wang Gang's gaze, and remained silent.

Ye Bing smiled with satisfaction and reached out to brush Yun Ge's terrified cheek, only for her to dodge in disgust.

But he didn't care, looking at Wang Gang with a gaze full of mockery:

"Now, who else can you rely on?"

At this moment, behind Ye Bing, snow dust billowed as an elite army of about a hundred from the Xuan Ye Immortal Dynasty suddenly appeared.

Well-equipped and with Evil Qi soaring to the heavens, they instantly formed an encirclement, completely trapping Wang Gang and the others along with the Icefield Titan in the center.

Wang Gang's heart sank to the bottom.

He stared straight at the Young Miss in Ye Bing's hands, his heart filled with fury.

If he couldn't rescue the Young Miss, he would be completely unable to face the Prince of Zhenbei's years of nurturing.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Wang Gang's eyes:

"Everyone, fight to the death..."

Before he could finish, Ye Bing suddenly looked behind Wang Gang, the smile on his face fading.

Wang Gang's movements stalled, and he turned to look.

He saw a Six-colored Streak of Light tearing through the air from the direction of Zhenbei Pass in an almost arrogant manner, cutting through the leaden sky and heading straight toward their position.

Everyone was stunned.

Flying high above the Wanji Icefield?

Weren't they afraid of the sudden appearance of the Nine Nether Profound Evil?!

Anyone who dared to do this was either a madman or had absolute confidence in their own strength!

Ye Bing's eyebrows twitched slightly, a flash of suspicion and alarm in his eyes:

"From Zhenbei Pass? Could it be reinforcements sent by the Prince of Zhenbei?"

And Wang Gang, in his desperate situation, suddenly had a light of wild joy erupt in his eyes. He used all his strength to scream hoarsely:

"Senior! We are here!!"

In his mind, anyone who dared to travel so recklessly high in the sky over the Wanji Icefield must have a cultivation of at least the Profound Immortal Realm!

This might be the only chance of survival!

The Six-colored Streak of Light stopped abruptly above both parties.

The light dissipated, revealing a figure within.

It was a handsome young Cultivator dressed in a green brocade robe.

But... his cultivation was only at the Tribulation Crossing Stage.

This person was Su Mo.

Ye Bing's originally suspicious expression froze for a moment after he clearly saw Su Mo's cultivation.

Then he couldn't help but sneer:

"Tribulation Crossing Stage? This is the reinforcement your Prince of Zhenbei sent?"

He laughed so hard he doubled over, and even the Xuan Ye Immortal Dynasty army behind him erupted into a burst of mocking laughter:

"Is Zhenbei Pass out of people? Sending a Tribulation Crossing Stage ant to his death? Hahahaha!"

Wang Gang was also stunned on the spot. The wild joy on his face instantly solidified, replaced by a massive sense of loss.

He suppressed his disappointment, still holding onto a faint glimmer of hope, and asked tentatively:

"Fellow Daoist, did the Prince of Zhenbei only send you alone?"

In the air, Su Mo's brow furrowed slightly.

Prince of Zhenbei or whatever, he didn't know him at all.

He was just traveling across this vast snowfield when he finally saw some figures and happened to hear someone screaming "Senior, save us," so he stopped by to check the situation.

However, that sissy-looking guy across from him had a truly unpleasant laugh.

Su Mo directly ignored Wang Gang's question, his gaze falling on Ye Bing, who was still laughing with his head back, and said in a flat tone:

"You, the one riding the dog, your laugh is damn unpleasant! It's hurting my ears!"

"..."

The laughter came to an abrupt halt.

The entire battlefield instantly fell into a dead silence; even the sound of the wind and snow seemed to have lessened significantly.

The smile on Ye Bing's face froze completely, gradually transforming into cold killing intent.

He slowly raised his head, his ice-like eyes staring intently at Su Mo, as he squeezed a sentence out from between his teeth:

"What... did you just say?"

The alpha wolf beneath him could also understand human speech; it immediately bared its fangs and let out a threatening low growl, its ghostly green wolf eyes gleaming with a fierce light.

Su Mo remained unfazed:

"Dog-rider, are you deaf? Or can you not understand human speech?"

"You're looking for death!"

Ye Bing was completely enraged. As a prince of the Xuan Ye Immortal Dynasty, when had he ever suffered such a humiliation!

Especially being publicly insulted by a mere Tribulation Crossing Stage ant!

He waved his hand at the wolf pack beside him and ordered:

"Tear him apart for This Prince!"

"Awooo!"

Instantly, the fierce light in the eyes of five or six sturdy Snow Shadow Phantom Wolves surged. They kicked off with their limbs, turning into several gray-white afterimages, and lunged through the air at Su Mo from different directions, bringing with them a bone-chilling stench of blood.

Their sharp claws and teeth glinted coldly in the reflection of the snow, enough to easily tear through the protective immortal essence of an ordinary True Immortal.

The elites of the Xuan Ye Immortal Dynasty also began to surround and attack Su Mo.

Every Cultivator present had a cultivation at or above the Tribulation Crossing Stage. Even if Su Mo's aura was much stronger than an average person at that stage, it was still not enough to be taken seriously.