In an instant, ice shards flew, and extreme cold arose again.

Zhao Changhe, even with the space shielding, could feel his soul freezing and his thoughts slowing down. It seemed Han Chi's active skills were far more outrageous than the cold environment outside.

He swiftly swung the Dragon Sparrow, slicing through the chaotic ice shards, and directly slashed down at Han Chi's forehead.

"Hehe..." Han Chi suddenly transformed into human form and freed himself from the chains of ice shards. The Mystic Ice-formed hand grabbed the Dragon Sparrow blade, preventing it from slashing down, fully blocking it with one hand.

Ying Wu swung a punch from the side; it seemed ordinary.

Han Chi let out a "Eh" sound, twisting his body slightly. Ying Wu's fist power brushed past him. What seemed like an ordinary punch created a large hole in the nearby icy wall without a sound.

"Heroes of this age indeed make me look at you differently." Han Chi's human face looked quite severe: "Are you two... Zhao Changhe and Ying Wu from the Chaotic World List?"

Zhao Changhe replied: "You can not only see the Chaotic World List in here but also haven't gone mad?"

"Madness may exist in any life, but never in Ice Frost life forms." Han Chi coldly said: "Thus, some existences intend to use my life to fill the pit here."

"Why say 'some existences' so evasively? Isn't it just a blind fool... except for looking a bit good..."

"Blind? She's not blind. Perhaps we're not speaking of the same person, you'll never know how terrifying she is."

Zhao Changhe touched the back of his head, unable to feel the presence of eyes, and sighed: "Since you are sealed by Xuanwu, the so-called existence you're talking about can only be Ye Wuming, right?"

"..." Han Chi's expression became odd: "So you are saying Ye Wuming is good-looking."

"Isn't she?"

"Perhaps she is, but I've never thought someone would evaluate her this way." Han Chi seemed uninterested in commenting on others' appearance, speaking with an increasingly fierce look in his eyes: "Unfortunately, you are not Ye Wuming, nor Vermilion Bird or Xuanwu... Your coming here is just in time to provide me with excellent energy to break the last seal."

Ying Wu coldly said: "So thirty years ago, you released Xuanwu Qi not as a necessity for expelling the Xuanwu Seal but intentionally attracting others here to become your nutrients."

"Isn't that redundant?!" Han Chi grinned wickedly: "Why would expelling Xuanwu Qi lead it outside of the space? Of course, it's merely to attract some fools deliberately. Indeed, you look familiar; you're one of the fools deceived back then, right? I remember someone I controlled self-destructed, and some died protecting you all in front, blasted to pieces, at least six or seven. Those people cultivated quite well, contributing to untie the seal, a part of the credit goes to you."

Ying Wu showed no expression, yet his fists clenched tightly.

Zhao Changhe glanced at him, recalling when they fought Maitreya, Duoluo Venerable self-destructed, Ying Wu foresaw it and shielded everyone.

At that time, he said he had seen it before.

Ying Wu's story unveiled no intricate enmities, merely a common Secret Realm treasure hunt turned disaster by the Ancient Spirit trap, events seen everywhere in Worldly Society stories, seemingly not strange. But when such common stories occur in your life, watching blood brothers perish before your eyes for your protection, that piercing hatred lasts thirty years.

Especially, when those deaths weren't due to the Secret Realm environment but intentionally inflicted, selecting the swiftest and cruelest killing method.

"Boom!" During their conversation, the energy around Han Chi intensified, the entire Abyss quaked, the already indistinct shadow of Xuanwu Turtle Shell became increasingly invisible.

The seal was about to be completely broken.

"Your battle outside just now also became one of the external nutrients shaking the seal." Han Chi laughed aloud: "If you came for revenge, only to find your revenge aided my escape, wouldn't it be particularly distressing?"

The laughter faded; a broadsword was already slashing down fiercely: "Where did this penholder come from, so capable of pretending! Even while afraid of Ye Wuming, you still cowardly say 'some existence', what kind of crap are you acting!"

"Clang!" Han Chi raised his arm to block the attack, yet found the blade previously grabbed could no longer be stopped, the arm being slashed deeply.

His heart skipped; looking up, he saw Zhao Changhe's blood-red eyes fiercer than the demonized Ice Frost creatures here.

He unexpectedly abandoned the previous space shielding, recalling all his mind, delivering the strongest strike.

Ying Wu preparing to go berserk stared in shock: "You're not guarding against mental assault anymore?"

Zhao Changhe bared his teeth in a grin, his eyes growing fiercer: "When I kill, I don't need it. Brother Wu, maintain long-range control, soon I won't even recognize you..."

Guarding against mental assault, he always had a silly magic skill.

Once the Evil Qi takes over, no mental assault works; at that moment, other than killing, there's no thought.

No self under heaven and earth.

"..." Watching Zhao Changhe's frenzied slashing, Ying Wu helplessly withdrew his ready-to-launch ultimate skill, retreating several feet, a copper coin appearing in his hand, suddenly shot towards Han Chi's eye.

One must admit, Zhao Changhe's rampage without mental assault defense perhaps made his combat strength several times greater than Ying Wu's cautious advance.

Watching, Ye Jiuyou asked oddly: "Just helping out, why does he fight harder than Ying Wu?"

Piaomiao glanced silently for a long time, not answering.

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PS: I drank too much last night and didn't even manage to write a leave note, really sorry. I don't know why my alcohol tolerance is so bad lately, didn't drink much and inexplicably fell down...

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