67: Chapter 67 We arrived just in time, how do you want to die?

The Old Man in White glanced at The Sixth Prince and walked toward Leng Yuexi step by step.

Before he even reached her, the gravel beneath his feet had already been sliced into smaller fragments by invisible Sword Qi.

Leng Yuexi watched the approaching Old Man in White coldly, but a faint smile suddenly appeared on her face. Her hands, which she had intentionally hidden behind her back, were already covered in a faint blue light. The moment he approached, she suddenly slammed both palms against the ground.

"Old man, did you really think I was a pushover? That you could just walk all over me!?"

Eerie blue energy surged from Leng Yuexi's palms. In an instant, a layer of ice spread rapidly from beneath her feet toward the front, racing up The Old Man in White's legs and freezing him into an ice sculpture in the blink of an eye!

Now!

Leng Yuexi had no other thoughts; today, she absolutely had to kill that Sixth Prince of the Great Qian Dynasty!!

She transformed into a purple afterimage, charging toward The Sixth Prince who was less than a hundred meters away! That undisguised killing intent made The Sixth Prince's hair stand on end in an instant.

"Leng Yuexi!! You... you stop right there for this Highness!"

The Sixth Prince's mind went blank, and he could only retreat instinctively. However, his cultivation, having just entered the Xiaoyao Heavenly Realm, was as slow as a snail compared to Leng Yuexi's speed. In just a single breath, Leng Yuexi's figure appeared before him, raising her right palm to strike directly at his head!

"Trash! You wanted to cripple me? Then you go to Hell first!" Leng Yuexi's voice was incredibly cold, and the blue light on her right palm grew brighter and brighter.

The Sixth Prince felt a chill through his whole body, and frost even began to condense on his eyebrows.

"Uncle... Uncle Yun, save me!!" At the brink of death, he could only scream toward The Old Man in White, who had been turned into an ice sculpture.

"This old man said, as long as I am here, what can you possibly do?"

An aged voice suddenly rang out!

"Crack... Boom!!!"

The thick layer of ice that had encased The Old Man in White suddenly shattered. Amidst the flying shards of ice, a white shadow seemed to flash by instantly, appearing behind The Sixth Prince in the next moment. He grabbed The Sixth Prince's shoulder and violently pulled him back several feet!

Leng Yuexi's lethal palm strike just barely grazed the tip of The Sixth Prince's nose.

"Old ghost! You've come to ruin my plans again!" Having missed her strike, Leng Yuexi's heart sank.

But before she could turn around, she sensed an Aura of death attacking from behind!

"I originally only intended to cripple you, but you refuse the easy way and choose the hard way! Humph!" A flash of killing intent crossed The Old Man in White's eyes.

His wrist trembled slightly, and the blade transformed into a silent silver line, stabbing directly toward the center of Leng Yuexi's back!

This strike was fast, accurate, and ruthless. With nothing held back, it was a true killing blow!

"So close... I was so close!"

Leng Yuexi had just forced her body to twist, only to find that the sword was a mere inch away from her chest! At this distance, she could not dodge.

Yet even in this certain-death situation, there was no fear in her eyes, only resentment—resentment that she was just a hair's breadth away from killing The Sixth Prince who had slaughtered the Xuanyin Sect!

She closed her eyes, waiting for the cold blade to pierce her chest.

One second, two seconds...

The expected sharp pain did not come. Instead, her waist tightened as a firm arm pulled her into a warm and broad embrace. A familiar and reassuring scent instantly enveloped her.

"Huh? This is..."

Leng Yuexi slowly opened her eyes in astonishment, only to see a familiar face.

Xia Jin!

Indeed, the newcomer was Xia Jin, who had rushed there with all his might!

With one arm holding Leng Yuexi, his other hand firmly grasped the tip of the sword thrust by The Old Man in White. The incomparably sharp blade was held in his palm as if by iron pincers, unable to move an inch!

"Husband!!!"

Leng Yuexi cried out somewhat dazedly, her voice filled with the joy of surviving a disaster.

Xia Jin looked down at Leng Yuexi, his brow furrowing slightly. "Who told you to run to the Xuanyin Sect by yourself? If I hadn't arrived in time, do you know what would have happened to you?"

Under his gaze, Leng Yuexi felt a pang of guilt. The ruthlessness she had shown while fighting for her life vanished instantly, and a faint blush of embarrassment appeared on her pale cheeks.

Seeing Leng Yuexi lower her head and press her lips together in silence, Xia Jin could only give her a stern glare and sigh helplessly. "Wait to the side. I'll settle the score with you later."

With that, he pulled Leng Yuexi behind him to protect her.

Opposite them, The Old Man in White, who had remained expressionless until now, underwent a drastic change in expression, his face turning extremely grim.

A trace of horror flashed deep in his eyes.

Only he knew that since he had stepped into the Seventh level of the Spirit Wandering Realm, no one within that realm had ever been able to catch his sword so easily, let alone with their bare hands!

Even more terrifyingly, when he tried to pull the sword back, he found it as if cast into the other's palm, completely immovable!

This person's strength... has likely reached the peak of the Spirit Wandering Realm.

A cold chill rose within him.

"Uncle Yun! What are you standing there for? Kill him! Kill him for this Highness!!"

The Sixth Prince had just regained his senses when he saw Xia Jin pulling Leng Yuexi into his embrace. That intimate scene immediately set his jealousy ablaze. At this moment, he pointed at Xia Jin and shouted harshly.

"Shut up!"

The Old Man in White snapped his head around and barked at The Sixth Prince.

"Un... Uncle Yun!!" The Sixth Prince was stunned by the shout and stood frozen. For as long as he could remember, Uncle Yun had never spoken to him loudly, let alone shouted like this.

The Old Man in White ignored The Sixth Prince and looked at Xia Jin with an extremely solemn gaze, speaking in a deep voice:

"Who... exactly are you, Your Excellency?"

Xia Jin did not answer The Old Man in White's question. He applied a slight pressure with his fingers, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared across the blade of the longsword.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the longsword shattered inch by inch in his palm, turning into countless metal fragments.

The Old Man in White let out a muffled groan and retreated three steps. The webbing between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand, which held the hilt, split open, dripping with blood.

"Have you decided how you want to die?" Xia Jin looked coldly at The Old Man in White.

"Others, I might not care about. But you..." His gaze swept over the pale-faced Sixth Prince before landing back on The Old Man in White.

"To think you dared to injure her."

"You must die!"

The Old Man in White's heart pounded wildly. For the first time, he felt the threat of death. This man wearing the Black dragon robe definitely possessed the power to kill him in an instant!

"Your Highness! Run!!!" He roared at The Sixth Prince with almost all his strength.

At the same time, his True Qi erupted without reservation as he sought to hold back Xia Jin alone!

The Sixth Prince's mind had already been blanked by Xia Jin's Aura. Hearing the roar, he didn't hesitate for a second. He turned and fled frantically toward the direction of the Xuanyin Sect's mountain gate.

"Run?" The corners of Xia Jin's mouth curled up slightly, a hint of mockery appearing in his eyes.

"In my presence, do you think you can escape?"