Beneath the unending dance of wind and snow.

Like a celestial lion, the resplendent Shanwen swept past with a brilliant golden halo.

From afar, Jiang Wang, with hair tied and unbound, seemed to tread upon a path of golden silk. His boots, sharp as blades, cleaved through this radiant thread, slicing into trailing shadows.

With remnants of courage, one should pursue a weakened foe. In the crucible of racial warfare, mercy found no quarter.

Jiang Wang pressed forward with relentless sword strokes, hacking and slashing, the myriad demon warriors mere trifles in his eyes. His gaze was fixed solely upon Lion Shanwen. Should the Tianhai King fall, the battle for Frostwind Valley could finally cease.

Sword energy crisscrossed, leaving wind and snow alike withered in its wake.

Lion Shanwen defended with a pair of magnificent iron fists, blocking and parrying, constantly giving ground. All he needed was a single breath of respite, even a mere fraction of a breath, to re-establish his ‘root’ and unleash a counter-attack.

But Jiang Wang offered him none.

The Taigu Kingly Way Fist held the momentum of heaven’s collapse, its splendor boundless. Yet, at this moment, its edge was blunted, two fingers broken, the Kingly Way already flawed.

Where momentum faltered, a sword edge, like frozen snow, inevitably appeared.

With every step of retreat, dozens, even hundreds, of exchanges occurred. His resplendent fist art, like a golden crow patrolling the sky, was imprisoned within the cage of sword intent, like a bird confined, unable to spread its wings. Every time he was about to burst forth, a gap was found and exploited.

The most vibrant genius of the human race in recent years indeed lived up to his reputation. This swordsmanship had reached the pinnacle of divine mastery. Even in his prime, he might not have been able to suppress it.

His continuous retreat was precisely a tactic to lengthen the battle line, amplify the opponent’s possibility of error, and await an opportunity.

But the opportunity never came.

Frostwind Valley spanned less than three hundred li. They had fought from one end to the other, the sacrifices of countless warriors paving their path. Where could he retreat to now? Could he possibly fall back into demon territory?

Lion Shanwen’s back foot struck the ground with an explosive sound, his muscles bulging like mountains, his war armor shimmering with golden light. Fists met sword edge!

In that instant, a sliver of purple flashed across his pupils, a point of gold nestled deep within the purple qi. That golden light rippled outwards, his pupils instantly turning a brilliant gold.

At this moment, a terrifying pressure descended upon Frostwind Valley, bringing with it a fear rooted in the depths of the soul.

He was a supreme king, as if born to rule!

Roaring proudly across the Heavenly Sea, all beings bowed in submission.

Mere overflowing majesty caused many souls to tremble. Several human warriors, locked in critical combat, a moment of distraction their undoing, were already beheaded by the demon race.

And Jiang Wang, the first to bear the brunt, finally faltered. His offense was obstructed.

Divine Ability, Purple Mansion Golden Eyes!

This was the Tianhai King Lion Shanwen’s other innate divine ability, awakened in the Great Wilderness Dead Sea.

As he opened his divine pupils and gazed upon Jiang Wang, a purple-haired, golden-eyed giant lion manifested, charging towards Jiang Wang’s soul world.

With the Purple Mansion Golden Eyes blooming, his soul was invincible.

It was precisely by relying on this pair of eyes that he had earned his place on the prestigious “Heavenly List New Kings,” ranked ninth, a name that even Xi Yanbing held in awe.

Even with the clear knowledge that Collision Mountain King Lu Qiyi had perished in a soul struggle with Jiang Wang, he held absolute confidence in himself. For Lu Qiyi’s soul power, before him, was simply not worth mentioning.

But his Purple Mansion Golden Eyes saw only a pair of eyes, crimson-gold in color.

His powerful soul manifestation crashed only against a majestic stone gate!

In the world of the soul, this purple-haired, golden-eyed giant lion supported the heavens and trod upon the earth.

Typically, when facing foes, the moment his Purple Mansion Golden Eyes opened, the soul-manifested purple-haired, golden-eyed giant lion would effortlessly penetrate the enemy’s soul world, invincible. A shake of its purple mane would cause the very foundation of the enemy’s soul world to tremble. A gleam from its golden eyes would subdue the enemy’s soul. A gulp from its giant maw would devour their very origin!

But today, this stone gate, ancient and noble, stood firm. With a single command, it forbade entry.

Furthermore, a colossal Buddha body, vaguely bearing Jiang Wang’s countenance, sat before this stone gate, guarding against external invaders.

So-called Chaotic Heaven Que.

So-called Six Desires Bodhisattva seated at the Heaven Gate!

From time to time, rays of crimson-gold light still burst forth, forcing him to retreat and defend.

No matter how many soul skills Lion Shanwen possessed, he could not breach Jiang Wang’s soul world!

This battle was too stifling!

Whether in the art of Voice Hearing or soul annihilation, he was clearly superior to his opponent, yet in actual combat, he could not manifest this advantage.

He bore an empty bravery, his fists falling upon cotton!

The purple-haired, golden-eyed giant lion in the soul world roared in anger, yet the Six Desires Bodhisattva, seated at the Heaven Gate, remained utterly unmoved.

And in Frostwind Valley, Jiang Wang, even as the soul struggle raged, continued to press forward with his sword, killing intent in every step.

In areas where he was inferior to Lion Shanwen, he guarded himself, using his spirit domain to imprison sound, and the Chaotic Heaven Que to bar the door, seeking not merit but the absence of fault. But in areas where he held the initiative, he advanced with sharp intent, slaying without mercy!

Horizontal strokes and vertical smears, all part of the Human Path sword style. Chops, slashes, stabs, and lifts, all concealing hidden killing intent.

He directly forced Lion Shanwen into continuous retreat.

Lion Shanwen’s Purple Mansion Golden Eyes were overbearingly powerful, allowing him to almost always hold the advantage in soul warfare among those at the Divine Arrival realm. But an inability to penetrate the opponent’s soul world rendered it a mere illusion.

Like two ordinary men fighting, the skinny one locks the door. The sturdy one cannot break down the door and can only curse from across it, his strength and muscles utterly in vain.

But the soul world he could not breach, yet in the real world, Jiang Wang pressed him step by step!

Each sword stroke was faster than the last, each fiercer than the one before.

“Ant, you truly court death!”

The proud Tianhai King reached his limit, his golden hair wild, finally settling into a stance, letting out a roar of fury—

“Assist me in slaying this thief!”

This lion’s roar still could not shatter Jiang Wang’s sound defense. But it once again swept across Frostwind Valley, suppressing the human warriors while also rousing the demon warriors who held the absolute upper hand.

Thus, demon warriors continuously soared into the sky, charging towards Jiang Wang!

In fact, the Stone Rhinoceros Demon King Xi Yanbing and the Longkong King Ying Keqiu on the other side had already begun their siege. On the battlefield, who still cared about dueling spirit? The demon race held the advantage, and naturally exploited it.

Previously, they had not dared to intervene in this battle, knowing the Tianhai King’s high self-regard and fearing his wrath. Now that the Tianhai King had even actively called for aid, how could they hesitate?

For a time, dozens of weapons, almost simultaneously, aimed at Jiang Wang’s vital points.

Two fists were no match for four hands, much less so many demons, so many “hands.”

Even Jiang Wang, brave as he was, facing Lion Shanwen’s relentless attacks, was forcibly interrupted.

Jiang Wang’s ears were now completely devoid of sound, having entered a silent world. But relying on capturing sounds, analyzing and reconstructing them, he could still perceive related messages.

He decisively unsheathed his sword horizontally, sweeping the surrounding demon warriors with millions of sword threads like snow.

Simultaneously, he pointed his dagger at Lion Shanwen and let out a thunderous roar: “Cowardly little demon, gutless bandit, dare not face me alone!?”

His body blazed with surging flames, killing intent roaring forth. His momentum was majestic and sky-blazing, as if a lone hero intent on cleaving through a thousand-man army to capture the enemy leader!

Tianhai King Lion Shanwen strode forward, his mouth not yielding an inch: “Good! Let us single-handedly decide life and death!”

Yet his hands made a gesture for his entire army to charge.

And on that side, as soon as Jiang Wang finished his shout, his body was already like a willow catkin drifting, turning several times in the air, having already darted out of the demon warriors’ encirclement.

He fled and fought all the way, demon corpses falling like rain.

The Lion Race’s Tianhai King and Qi Country’s Wuan Marquis, one shouting “You won’t escape!”, the other loudly declaring “Come, let us decide death!”,

Yet it was a chase, you pursuing me fleeing, in a moment from one end of Frostwind Valley to the other.

Both sides recognized their opponent was no novice, both deeply understood that on the battlefield, life and death were the sole purpose, absolutely unwilling to be easily provoked by the opponent, but calmly utilizing their own advantages.

Previously, Jiang Wang had seized a sliver of initiative, forcing Lion Shanwen into a desperate situation.

This time, the exchange saw Lion Shanwen in fierce pursuit, continuously commanding demon warriors to advance and besiege. While Jiang Wang darted left and right within Frostwind Valley, moving up and down, just unwilling to engage directly. He only used the demon warriors as a shield wall, playing guerrilla tactics with Lion Shanwen.

But to have Lion Shanwen abandon the assistance of his subordinates, he was absolutely unwilling. Not to mention his right hand could not recover so quickly, even if it did, he already recognized Jiang Wang’s tenacity, and relying on himself alone would make for a difficult battle to the death.

Now the demon race held the absolute upper hand, with plenty of demon warriors who could join the siege. This human powerhouse, even in slaughtering pigs, would be killed until his sword was tired and blunted! Even if it only delayed his speed by a fraction, weakened his killing power by a point, it could create a good opportunity for him to land a decisive blow.

Several times Jiang Wang feigned weakness, but Lion Shanwen treated it as if unseen, steadily advancing.

After accumulating much consumption, Jiang Wang could only honestly and wholeheartedly engage in guerrilla warfare.

The continuously appearing and disappearing Qingyun mark, the red flowing fire that scattered wherever it struck, became another kind of scenery in Frostwind Valley.

Snow in the sky, blood in the valley.

The sounds of killing, the sounds of wind and snow.

Everything had become commonplace.

This slaughter continued for a full two hours.

During this period, human reinforcements continuously arrived, but the balance of victory did not tilt.

No new Divine Arrival level forces appeared on either the human or demon sides—in fact, this was a normal phenomenon.

From ancient times to the present, the fires of war between the human and demon races have never been extinguished for a single day. The Demon World is without a day of peace; every battlefield requires living forces. The past balanced situation was a tacit understanding formed through countless slaughters.

Individuals like Lion Shanwen and Jiang Wang were both accidental situations.

With Xi Yanbing in charge, and Ying Keqiu participating, and Collision Mountain King Lu Qiyi still existing, Lion Shanwen originally should not have come to Frostwind Valley.

As a heaven’s pride from the Royal Academy, he had great autonomy, and it just so happened that he chose this place to prove himself.

And if not for Lion Shanwen’s participation leading to the critical situation in Frostwind Valley, Ji Zhaonan would not have rushed to Yanlao City for aid, bringing Jiang Wang, who had just arrived in the Demon World, with him.

Originally, according to the normal process, Jiang Wang needed to first gain a good understanding of the Demon World in Yanlao City, then, according to the battlefield situation, accept orders from the Great Qi military headquarters, and go to a place where he could better play a role.

As a military merit marquis renowned on the Qi-Xia battlefield, his most likely place, of course, was on the front lines of the two races, commanding thousands of troops, participating in large-scale legion operations. He had brought two hundred personal guards precisely for this reason. On the battlefield, without personal soldiers to transmit orders, it was difficult to command an army as if using one’s own limbs.

Indeed, his strategic skills as a military merit marquis were somewhat lacking, but he did not need to make any strategic layouts. Being transferred to Xiu Yuan’s side to be utilized would make him an absolute fierce general, and he could also take the opportunity to learn some military tactics…

Tempering himself in this way for a month, adding a significant stroke to his record, and if he could achieve some military exploits, that would again serve as a ladder to a higher position.

The tempering and cultivation of talents was nothing more than this.

Qi Country was now sparing no effort in cultivating Jiang Wang. Even allowing Xiu Yuan, who had a certain friendship with Jiang Wang, to be stationed in the Demon World, might not have been without consideration for the Wuan Marquis’s trip to the Demon World.

Between the court and the populace, there were faint calls—the next Great Qi Military God!

As Jiang Mengxiong’s true disciple, Chen Zeqing, whose strategy surpassed the nine armies, could not attain this reputation. Ji Zhaonan, whose style was peerless, yet lacked this title. Closed-door disciple Wang Yiwu was even more far inferior.

Jiang Wang, a person who had nothing to do with Jiang Mengxiong, could garner such widespread expectations.

Today, his weight in Qi Country could be seen from this.

The two human great cities nearest to Frostwind Valley were Qi Country’s “Yanlao” and Jing Country’s “Iron Rock.” Both had elite troops stationed and large amounts of war materials stored, serving as the human race’s reliance in the slaughter of Frostwind Valley. Of course, these two countries’ great cities would not refuse other human cultivators seeking rest.

The Frostwind Valley battlefield itself was centered around Qi and Jing, but the cultivators who came to aid were varied. Those without exclusive stationed forces in the Demon World could also participate in the conquest of the Demon World, only needing to be affiliated with the nearest great city, obeying unified dispatch. Any harvests obtained still required paying a certain tax amount. Naturally, this was similar to those bounty tasks.

And the countries that won in the Yellow River Meeting were empowered to be solely responsible for certain battlefields. Profits and losses were their own; whatever they earned was their gain.

The birth of fierce beasts greatly expanded the resources of Opening Pulse Pills. Even the corpses of the demon race alone could nourish many demon beasts. Capturing a demon race could be repeatedly utilized, yielding large batches of Opening Pulse Pills.

The benefits of the Demon World battlefield today were very obvious.

Countries with certain strength could completely borrow exclusive battlefields to rapidly expand their forces.

Of course, there was no lack of tragic examples of countries that won exclusive battlefields, intended to carry out great slaughter, yet were instead annihilated by the demon race… Thus, extinct countries were repeatedly seen in history books.

Among the cultivators who came to aid in Frostwind Valley.

The strongest among them was the Jing Country heaven’s pride Wang Kun, at the peak of Outer Building. He had originally participated in the Star Moon Plain heaven’s pride battlefield with his Inner Mansion cultivation, and now had already grasped a Dao path, advancing towards the Divine Arrival realm.

All the Jing Country heaven’s prides on the Star Moon Plain that year were overshadowed by Jiang Wang. Today, the gap between Wang Kun and Jiang Wang was even greater.

As soon as he arrived in Frostwind Valley, he displayed considerable strength, single-handedly facing five demon commanders, relieving pressure on Chunyu Gui.

But Chunyu Gui was still surrounded tightly.

Xi Yanbing and Ji Zhaonan, Ying Keqiu and Chunyu Gui, could all be considered old opponents, mutually wary of each other, and fighting very cautiously. Aside from continuous consumption of Dao Yuan and physical strength, there was almost no significant progress.

Lion Shanwen and Jiang Wang, moreover, ranged across Frostwind Valley, with several instances of divided advance and combined strikes, attempting to coordinate their respective strong individuals to instantly strike down the opponent’s strong individuals… But all were unsuccessful.

The renowned strong individuals who had survived this meat grinder of Frostwind Valley all deeply understood the path of self-preservation.

Mutually scheming, mutually calculating, mutually plotting life and death, one wrong step could lead to eternal damnation, who wouldn’t tread as if on thin ice?

But in a situation where the strong individuals on both sides were entangled, the demon race, superior in strength, naturally approached victory step by step.

Newly joined human cultivators, for the most part, also became nutrients for the battlefield.

After two full hours of fierce battle, the human warriors in Frostwind Valley numbered less than a hundred.

And in a situation of continuous restraint, interference, and consumption, strong individuals like Jiang Wang, Ji Zhaonan, and Chunyu Gui inevitably fell into a disadvantage.

The human race was comprehensively suppressed, Frostwind Valley was about to fall!

In a situation with an obvious gap in strength, the participation of ordinary subordinates would only be counter-utilized by them, instead interfering with the opponent. But in a situation of equal strength, every increase in force was a weight on the balance of victory.

Not to mention, if Jiang Wang were given two hundred sharp soldiers from the Tianfu Army, he would have absolute confidence in killing Lion Shanwen.

And the current situation was that Lion Shanwen was continuously compressing his activity space, intensifying his consumption.

It was time to leave!

The slaughter had continued to this point, struggling further was meaningless.

Lion Shanwen, Xi Yanbing, Ying Keqiu, three demon kings, none were weak, none were fools. The demon warriors who had been slaughtering in Frostwind Valley were all extremely disciplined in warfare. In a situation of absolute advantage, they would not give the human race any more opportunities.

Swiftly shifting his body, turning his sword, cutting off the opponent’s throat, Jiang Wang leaped up, once again flipping behind another demon race. Through exchanging glances with Ji Zhaonan, they reached a consensus.

Although the fall of Frostwind Valley was a huge failure, it meant the sacrifices of the past were in vain, it meant handing over the power to clean up the battlefield… This battle brought loss, no gain; damage, no progress.

Ji Zhaonan and Chunyu Gui, who had fought here for a long time, found it difficult to accept, but the situation was as it was, and they could only face it. Preserve their living forces, and there would be a day to return.

Including Chunyu Gui, the three of them grasped the rhythm of the fight and began to consciously retreat.

“They want to run! Press up with me!” Lion Shanwen keenly spotted the clues, letting out another roar of fury.

Being able to free up a hand at any time to interfere with the battlefield was also an embodiment of his current upper hand against Jiang Wang.

In the process of fleeing, Jiang Wang also continuously killed demon warriors, but how could that catch up to the effect of a Lion’s roar?

Upon hearing this Lion’s roar, the human front line suddenly faltered.

The slaughter had continued to this point, and the human side was already exhausted. With this roar, the less than a hundred strong human team, again, fell by the majority.

Even a heaven’s pride like Wang Kun was almost beheaded!

His soul unsettled, his Dao arts temporarily weakened by several points.

“Ji Zhaonan, Chunyu Gui, Jiang Wang! Leave these three behind, do not let a single one escape! Whoever beheads one, their rank will be promoted three levels below King!” Lion Shanwen’s furious voice continued, commanding and suppressing Jiang Wang more vigorously, to thoroughly secure victory.

But just at this moment…

A wisp of cool intent was born.

Huhu

The wind and snow that had always drifted above Frostwind Valley froze at this moment! Ice lumps fell down, like raining knives!

After this, biting wind sounds followed.

Vast and clear white wind, falling from high in the sky. Like a waterfall, like a rushing torrent, it was the declaration of everything silent.

Frostwind backflow!

Unexpectedly, the Frostwind backflow that had appeared only a few hours earlier, now appeared again, so frequently today!

Seeing the human heaven’s pride who was almost in his grasp let go, Lion Shanwen was unwilling, yet could only shout: “Withdraw!”

No matter how one put it, the might of the heavens was difficult to resist.

Including Ji Zhaonan and Xi Yanbing, both fighting humans and demons, all retreated with extreme tacit understanding, to withdraw to a safe place before the extreme cold wind fell—as in every past instance.

Frostwind rose, then the slaughter stopped.

Frostwind stopped, then the horn rose, and the slaughter continued.

But today was different again!

Just as both humans and demons were hurriedly retreating in that dangerous moment, Chunyu Gui, who had been silent in the slaughter for so long, suddenly his eyes rounded with fury: “You’ve surrounded Dao Master for so long, where do you think you’re going to retreat to!?”

He pulled back a demon warrior, smashing him to death on the spot.

His hand sword then savagely circled, trapping Ying Keqiu in his original position!

This Jing Country heaven’s pride, who had always shown little fierce appearance, at this moment his expression was ferocious to the extreme, his body burning with indescribable killing intent, launching crazy offensives against Ying Keqiu, clearly intending to decide life and death with Ying Keqiu before the extreme cold wind!

Such gallantry!

Lion Shanwen and Xi Yanbing were both stunned.

Ying Keqiu himself was even more greatly shocked: “Are you mad!?”

He absolutely did not have the ability to kill Chunyu Gui before the extreme cold wind fell. That is to say, if he could not escape at this time, at most he would just drag it out until the extreme cold wind fell, both sides dying in the extreme cold wind, going to their deaths together.

How could he be willing?

Wait until the extreme cold wind dissipated, and the demon race would still be superior!

In urgency, he tore off his neck rope, his body leaping out, a giant eagle black shadow mixed with bone-white chains resisting Chunyu Gui’s offensives with all its might.

Soul shadow self-substitution, suddenly breaking free!

He himself then vibrated his wings, turning into a dark shadow of immense speed.

“How dare you!”

Tianhai King’s golden hair suddenly flew wildly, roaring in anger. Under the urging of his absolutely strong divine ability, the sound patterns evolved into a thousand armies, without reservation.

But Chunyu Gui’s black Daoist robe suddenly bulged, his entire body spinning and remotely chopping with his sword: “Shut up for Dao Master!”

This was a semi-transparent massive sword body that traversed heaven and earth, existing between existence and non-existence, yet possessing tangible power, temporarily dividing heaven and earth, and also isolating the Tianhai King’s Lion’s roar and Xi Yanbing’s suddenly flying round shield on the other side.

Divine Ability, Separate World!

“Chaocangwu” recorded: “And now to me, as if separated from the world!”

At the same time, a point of cold star suddenly brightened, brightening within that speeding dark shadow!

It was none other than Ji Zhaonan!

He had arrived at some unknown moment, and thrust his spear at some unknown moment.

Chasing stars and catching the moon, his white robe flew, youthful vigor, a single spear coming from the heavens!

This spear landed precisely within the dark shadow that Ying Keqiu had transformed into, crashing Ying Keqiu’s true body out, lifting him high into the sky!

Divine Ability, Break Array!

Shatter armor and crack weapons, one must break the enemy’s array!

This spear had no edge!

Perfect coordination!

Ying Keqiu, his breath rapidly declining, held a blood-colored hook-sickle spear, his feathers still drooping, looking down at Ji Zhaonan, who was facing him, with a face full of disbelief.

Too sudden!

Do the human race not fear death? Just now, as long as he stalled for a while, waiting for the extreme cold wind to fall, no one would gain any advantage.

What were these people thinking?

On the racial battlefield, who dared to be so desperate?

But if not for taking such risks, if not for fighting life and death on the edge of life and death together?

They were all racial heaven’s prides, all with brilliant futures.

Must a slaughter where life and death were determined by fate, turn into a gamble of nine deaths and one life?

He knew some of the present world’s patterns especially well, knew that Qi and Jing had almost erupted into a national war not long ago, knew that before that, Qi and Jing had a proxy war that had resulted in countless heads rolling.

One person from Qi Country, one person from Jing Country, yet they had such tacit understanding, such entrustment of life and death?

Gazing at his puzzled, pained, and unwilling eyes, Ji Zhaonan merely said coldly: “The spear is the guts of a hundred weapons, yet you lack the courage to engage with me again! If you don’t die, who will!?”

The youthful vigor of the spear shook, already sending Ying Keqiu’s corpse high into the sky, into the extreme cold wind.

A demon king who could contend head-on with Chunyu Gui, in an instant became an ice sculpture!

Thanks to book friend “Mu Yi” for becoming the alliance leader of this book, marking the 371st alliance for Red Heart Patrol Heaven!

This chapter is six thousand words, including two thousand words added for the great alliance “Bubble Fat Seahorse”! (1/4).