140: How could there be an aura of an 'Emperor' in Chapter 140?

"What did you say!?" The woman stared fixedly at Xia Jin, who was only a few steps away, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. "In all these years, no one has ever dared to speak to this Palace in such a manner. It seems you are truly seeking death!"

Just after she finished speaking, an ice crystal mark lit up on her brow, and extreme cold instantly erupted from her as the center.

Visible white frost spread rapidly from under her feet.

The clouds flowing in the sky froze the moment they touched the white frost, instantly turning into hail that fell from the sky. The entire mountain beneath her feet, from the peak downwards, was rapidly covered by a thick layer of ice, turning into an iceberg within a few breaths!

The Grey-robed Swordsman and Venerable Miaodi, who were already near the two, had a vague sense of foreboding the moment Xia Jin spoke. With a tacit understanding, they glanced at each other, retreated simultaneously, and within an instant, had withdrawn ten miles outside the range of this mountain, silently watching the conflicting pair from the Void Realm.

After the woman with the white veil covering her face made her move and turned the entire mountain into an iceberg.

"What a terrifying Law of extreme cold..." the Grey-robed Swordsman swallowed involuntarily, pressing the constantly trembling longsword in his arms, and said in a deep voice.

Venerable Miaodi glanced at the prayer beads in his hand, which had already begun to show signs of frost, a trace of wariness flashing in his eyes as well: "Amitabha. Although this benefactor is powerful, I fear it will be difficult for him to end well this time. In all these years, this old monk has never seen anyone dare to be so disrespectful to the Temple Envoy."

"The Venerable is right," the Grey-robed Swordsman nodded with a solemn expression. "With his anger, he has offended that Temple Envoy; I fear he is going to suffer."

During their conversation, Xia Jin on the mountain peak had been completely sealed within the thick ice layer, resembling an ice sculpture.

The woman with the white veil slowly withdrew the hand she had just used to strike Xia Jin, a trace of mockery appearing at the corner of her mouth: "In all these years, you are the first person who has dared to speak to this Palace like that."

She raised her hand, and many ice cones of different sizes appeared above, all pointing at Xia Jin, who had turned into an ice sculpture: "However, being able to die at the hands of this Palace can be considered your..."

Before she could finish speaking, her smile froze.

"Crack... crack..."

The sound of the ice layer shattering rang out.

Countless cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the ice that sealed Xia Jin, followed by countless white mists spraying crazily from those cracks!

The ice was melting rapidly!

"How is this possible!? My ice, this guy can actually melt it..." The woman was shocked, and the ice crystal mark on her brow shone brightly under her urging, with a bone-chilling cold erupting from her body once again.

However, reality did not proceed according to the script she wanted at all.

"Boom!!"

The ice sculpture, which she had thickened again, still could not stop the destruction inside and exploded directly! The sky full of splashing ice debris was evaporated by a more terrifying heat, turning into thick white mist that completely shrouded the entire mountain peak.

Just when the woman was stunned, a hand suddenly protruded from the white mist, directly grasping her slender neck, and pulling her violently into the rolling mist!

The mountain wind blew continuously, dispersing part of the white mist.

The scene before the woman gradually became clear.

Xia Jin held her neck with one hand, lifting her to his face, his own face almost touching her veiled visage. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes scanning her face up and down: "Woman, you really don't think... this Prince would be trapped by your little tricks, do you?"

"By the way, you must be that so-called Temple Envoy. Do people in your Temple all like to cover their faces like you? Could it be that you are afraid of being laughed at for being too mediocre-looking?" Xia Jin smiled a bit cheekily.

"Why don't you let this Prince see what the face behind your white veil looks like? If you look good, this Prince might reluctantly take you as a warm-bed maid!!" As he spoke, he made a move to tear off the white veil on her face.

However, to Xia Jin's surprise, even though he had said so much, the woman seemed to hear nothing.

Her gaze was fixed on Xia Jin's brow, or more accurately, looking at the Sun Mark on Xia Jin's brow!

"Could this aura be..." The woman looked like she had seen something incredible, her eyeballs trembling constantly, and a ripple appeared on her cold expression for the first time. "Impossible... The Demon Emperor has disappeared for a long time, it is impossible for an Emperor's aura to appear? Right, I must have made a mistake."

She actually raised her hand unconsciously, wanting to touch Xia Jin's face to confirm the authenticity of that mark.

"What the hell!!" Xia Jin didn't expect that he still wanted to tear off her veil, but in the blink of an eye, she actually wanted to touch his face in return.

He was directly startled by her sudden action, shuddered all over, immediately let go of her neck, hurriedly stepped back a few steps to keep his distance, and looked at the woman with a strange expression: "Hey, woman! What do you want to do?"

After being released, the woman did not get angry, but just stood on the spot, staring at Xia Jin's face.

Under the white veil, a very faint blush actually appeared on her cheeks at this moment, which even she did not notice.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!! Just pretend you didn't know anything about what just happened! Do you understand?" The woman took a deep breath and subconsciously raised the back of her cold hand to touch her somewhat hot cheeks.

A few breaths later, the ice crystal mark on her brow faded.

When she spoke again, the woman's tone had returned to her previous calmness, and if one listened carefully, it seemed a bit less condescending.

"The three of you, follow this Palace."

After speaking, she took a deep look at Xia Jin and walked towards the stone gate first. Soon, her figure disappeared inside.

"What the hell is this woman doing!?" Xia Jin's mind still conjured up the actions of the woman with the white veil just now, and he always felt that something was wrong.

"Who exactly is the Demon Emperor she mentioned just now!? Could it be that he looks similar to this Prince?"

Not far away, the Grey-robed Swordsman and Venerable Miaodi looked at each other and frowned at the same time. What is going on? Shouldn't the conflict between these two be a big fight? How come in the blink of an eye, it seems like nothing happened?

If it weren't for the fact that the mountain was already covered with a thick layer of ice, no one would probably know what had happened here.

"Let's go! Venerable!" The Grey-robed Swordsman nodded towards Venerable Miaodi.

The two figures flashed and landed beside Xia Jin.

Venerable Miaodi sized up Xia Jin, and after confirming that the other party really had no signs of injury, his expression couldn't help but become a bit strange.

"I say, old monk, what kind of look is that? Let's go, this Prince doesn't like men! And if you have time to look at this Prince, you might as well think about what will happen next!" Xia Jin looked at the gaze Venerable Miaodi cast on him, and goosebumps rose all over his body unconsciously.

After speaking, he hurriedly walked into the stone gate.