There is always a way out

But the next moment, he heard a completely different answer from Ming Suxin.

"No need."

Ming Suxin replied without hesitation, her voice firm: "Even if I'm alone, I have no intention of traveling with you."

"What did you say?" Han An'yan's eyes showed a dangerous glint: "You mean, you'd rather be with this trash than travel with me?"

Ming Suxin's expression was blank, her tone calm.

"That's right."

"But who exactly is trash, that's hard to say."

Han An'yan's eyes narrowed, his gaze growing colder.

"Ming Suxin, are you trying to say that this Sword Son is trash?"

"It seems this Sword Son has been too polite to you."

He said coldly: "Third Elder, bring that trash over. This Sword Son wants Ming Suxin to see who truly is trash."

The Third Elder's face was devoid of expression as he reached out and grabbed at Zhong Qing.

In his view, a young man in his twenties, no matter how talented, couldn't have much cultivation; he would be easily captured.

Zhong Qing also had no expression, and he reached out and slapped the Third Elder.

Then, the Third Elder's head completely exploded.

"Third... Third Elder?"

Looking at the headless corpse of the Third Elder falling heavily, Han An'yan didn't react for a moment, even instinctively asking a question.

Only then did he realize that the Third Elder was already dead, his entire head having been blown apart.

Coming back to his senses, Han An'yan's face instantly turned ashen with shock, completely devoid of color, and he stumbled back a few steps, almost falling.

This scene was beyond his imagination; the dignified Third Elder of the Frost Sword Sect, a peak Tianxuan Realm expert, one of the strongest under the sect master.

He was just killed with a single slap?

At this moment, Zhong Qing withdrew his hand and looked at Han An'yan.

"You said, who is trash?"

Han An'yan's hair stood on end, terrified out of his wits, his whole body trembling, and his legs gave out, causing him to sit on the ground.

"You... you... don't come over."

"Mercy... mercy!"

"I am the Frost Sword Sect's Sword Son."

"You can't kill me, my master won't let you off!!"

Zhong Qing said indifferently: "Oh, is that so?"

Then he lightly flicked a finger at Han An'yan.

The latter's head also exploded like fireworks.

"Alright, now he's really turned into trash."

Zhong Qing clapped his hands, saying indifferently.

It was only then that Ming Suxin reacted, her pretty face turning pale, and a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes as she looked at Zhong Qing.

The Sword Son and Elder of the Frost Sword Sect, a sect comparable to her Mirror Heart Lake, were casually crushed by Zhong Qing, as if he had merely swatted two flies, without even causing the slightest ripple.

Previously, she had only seen Zhong Qing's gentle side, and she hadn't expected him to be so terrifying.

It seems she still didn't know this person in front of her at all.

Ming Suxin thought to herself.

"Alright, the trash has been cleaned up. Let's go."

Killing the Frost Sword Sect's Sword Son and Elder was like swatting two flies for Zhong Qing, completely unfazed, not even pausing for a moment, he simply turned and left.

Looking at Zhong Qing's unwavering back, Ming Suxin stared for a moment before continuing to follow him.

...

As Zhong Qing and Ming Suxin continued their journey towards the Mystic Realm.

On the White Wind Plains, various factions were also rushing towards the same direction without stopping.

However, most were not having an easy time.

Aside from the Mirror Heart Lake group, who suffered heavy casualties and had to return, the most disheveled at this moment were the remaining few from the Black Serpent Sect.

The Black Serpent Sect's cultivators, who were originally strong and imposing, were now reduced to just the First Elder and a handful of followers, like a few cats and dogs.

And they were still in shock.

That's right.

Just as Zhong Qing crushed the Black Serpent Sect Master, the First Elder and others, who had been separated from the Sect Master, had already arrived nearby and happened to witness the Black Serpent Sect Master's death at Zhong Qing's hands.

That terrifying scene, like a demon god casually annihilating their Black Serpent Sect's experts, still lingered in his mind, forming an indelible shadow.

Whether Zhong Qing hadn't noticed him or simply couldn't be bothered with him, the First Elder had fortunately survived.

Having survived, he didn't even dare to look at his Sect Master's corpse. After that terrifying figure left, the First Elder fled the scene without a second thought.

The other few were also scared out of their wits and followed the First Elder, thinking only of running.

In this snowfield, it was already difficult to distinguish directions. The few of them fled blindly and frantically for a while. When they came to their senses, they no longer knew where they had escaped to.

But their bad luck wasn't over yet.

Before they could stop and catch their breath, as they fled past an ice-bound valley, they startled a fierce beast that had been sleeping there.

As mentioned before, there are very few weak fierce beasts that can survive on the White Wind Plains.

Unfortunately, the one the First Elder and his group encountered was exceptionally strong.

This was a terrifying fierce beast with six arms, a single horn on its head, and the appearance of a monstrous bear, possessing power comparable to the Sanyin Realm.

Originally, in good condition, the First Elder, as a peak Tianxuan Realm expert and from a major force like the Black Serpent Sect, cultivating King-level Mystic Techniques, even if he wasn't an opponent, he could at least contend for a bit to protect himself.

But after the previous Ghost White Wind incident and the continuous fleeing, both his spirit and spiritual power had been significantly depleted. Now, facing this ferocious six-armed monstrous bear, he naturally felt powerless.

He had originally thought of pushing the few small fry following him out as cannon fodder to buy himself a chance to escape.

However, for some reason, this six-armed monstrous bear seemed to have targeted him, relentlessly pursuing only him.

And after the first disciple he threw to block the six-armed monstrous bear was directly torn to shreds by the latter's six claws, the other disciples became smarter, neither running far nor getting too close.

After all, they also knew that they wouldn't survive alone on this plain even if they fled far away. The First Elder was their only reliance.

If there were no six-armed monstrous bear, the First Elder could easily grab them back no matter how far they ran, but now being chased and beaten by the monstrous bear, he couldn't even catch his breath, let alone have the leisure to grab people.

Fortunately, this six-armed monstrous bear had ample strength but lacked speed, so he desperately managed to keep fleeing, but his current state wouldn't last much longer.

Just as the First Elder was sinking into despair, his peripheral vision caught sight of a dark figure slowly walking across the plain in the distance, from a diagonal direction.

To be able to walk alone on the White Wind Plains, one's strength must not be weak.

At the very least, if he could just help him stall for a few breaths, he might be able to use a secret technique to escape.

A glimmer of hope instantly rose in the First Elder's heart, and he roared with all his might.

"Fellow Daoist, this humble one is the First Elder of the Black Serpent Sect. The situation is dire; I hope you can lend a hand, and there will surely be a generous reward!"

However, the dark figure showed no reaction, turning a deaf ear, not even pausing his steps.

"Bastard, to just stand by and watch me die."

The First Elder's eyes were splitting with rage, completely disregarding that if it were him, he would most likely have ignored it as well.

But it seemed that when one road closed, another opened. The next moment, the situation took a turn.

The six-armed monstrous bear behind him seemed to sense something, letting out an earth-shattering roar, and actually turned its head directly, pouncing towards the dark figure.