Chapter 460: Chapter 460

460: Chapter 456: Sword Snow Cleanses the Sea 460: Chapter 456: Sword Snow Cleanses the Sea Thick ice floated and sank on the sea surface, Fang Geyu slowly lowered the back of his hand, his cheeks were very red, but his blurry eyes had cleared, “Should we just wait here to be eaten by the giant snake?”

No sooner had he spoken than a large, terrifying shadow enveloped them from above, a wild wind sweeping across, as the giant black snake pressed down upon them.

In the air, the deep coldness interwoven with profound frost filled the snake’s fury, presenting a pressure emanating from death.

Baili An’s eyes chilled, and behind him materialized again a silver spear radiating coldness.

“Don’t,” Fang Geyu said, knowing this icy spear could not truly harm the giant snake, but he couldn’t help but speak out to stop it.

She grabbed a corpse next to her and lifted it high in front of them.

The snake, its consciousness and soul completely eroded by demonic intent, instinctively held back its killing intent—not even the thousands of ice crystals nor the snowflakes managed to fall.

Its fiercely red vertical pupils stared at Fang Geyu, its huge body inch by inch hiding into the Chenyuan Sea.

As a dragon swam in the sea, a huge vortex suddenly coiled above the surface, pulling several zhang deep ice into it, instantly shattering it.

The ice layer beneath Fang Geyu and Baili An also began to shake violently.

Baili An summoned a silver spear, preparing to depart by riding the spear.

Terrifying columns of water burst into the sky, stirring up countless storms, forcibly blocking any exit.

The tempest whipped up by the rising waters hit Baili An head-on, exploding the sleeves of his robes and causing him to spit blood, his body unable to sustain the severe load.

The sturdy physique of the Dragon Clan was the pinnacle among all beings, even though Baili An possessed the body of a corpse demon, it couldn’t resist.

All clever tricks exhausted, there was still no way to safely retreat.

Baili An’s face turned deathly pale, and he couldn’t help but tighten his grip on Fang Geyu’s hand, his lips pressed tightly, “It seems we might die together this time.”

Fang Geyu thought that although the snake was insane, it definitely wouldn’t harm you.

Seeing his serious demeanor, she straightened her chest and said, “What, are you scared now?”

“Actually, I regret a lot,” Baili An said as they sank deeper into the sea, his gaze fixed on her, deep and unfathomable.

“Idiot, it’s too late to regret now.

Now you know what means overestimating oneself.

You tried to save others but sacrificed yourself, didn’t you?” she retorted, not letting him feel scared; future foolish acts would truly be worrisome.

Baili An’s eyes, carrying a smile, as if glued to her, he softly said, “If I had known it would come to this, back in the deserted mansion, I should have continued what was started, and not suffered three kicks in vain.

Truly painful and unjust.”

Fang Geyu’s face suddenly turned crimson as she realized that her clothing had long been burned away by Long Yan’s flames, leaving nothing unstitched on her body multiple times.

Her proudly held chest blushed and withdrew, and she threw him a fierce glance.

Was this what he regretted?

As Fang Geyu was about to ask what he meant by that—whether it was simply flirting or something else…

But before she could speak, the thick ice beneath their feet broke apart under the force of the sea water, with sharp shards of ice enclosing them from all directions.

And among that water, the giant snake’s massive jaw lurked.

“Stop fooling around.”

At the critical moment, a cold, delicate voice seemed to blend with the wind, uttering four calm words that seemed both a scolding and a soothing tone tinted with a hint of autumn’s frost Sword Qi.

A sword fell from the sky, its body narrow and its edge cold as autumn water; the Sword Qi mirrored the mountains and mists, lightly emanating a cold breath.

Near the hilt, the sword body was engraved with two small seal characters: Xixue.

As the sword fell, it transformed into countless blades plunging into the sea!

The colossal water columns burst into rain, and the endless storms were quieted by the Sword Qi.

The heavy sea of swords split the actual seawater apart, and Baili An and Fang Geyu watched in astonishment at the myriad substantial swords.

Without even seeing the owner of the sword, the giant snake was suppressed in the sea by the Sword Qi, unable to stir up any waves.

The gentle Sword Qi supported the bodies of Baili An and Fang Geyu, lifting them from the sea.

The million cold swords merged into one, finally settling stably into a clean, porcelain-white hand.

The wind brushed lightly, the hood shadowing half a face, her black hair fluttering, her robes flowing like clouds.

Even without seeing her full face, one could infer she must be an exceedingly beautiful woman.

Distant mountains, lone peaks.

Became a temporary resting place for everyone.

Fang Geyu, draped in the coat Baili An had taken off, stared unblinkingly at the woman hidden tightly nearby and asked, “Who are you?”

Even the haughty and impolite young miss would thank someone who saved her at first, but instead she asked about the woman’s background.

The reason was nothing else but that the sword in the hands of this mysterious woman was the fourth Tianxi sword, Xixue.

But the legend of Tianxi’s Thirteen Swords was unshakable; once a Sword Soul recognized a master, it would never serve another.

Yet this person not only wielded the sword skillfully but even seemed more powerful than the current fourth sword master, Yun Rong.

Even Yun Rong, with her Tribulation Realm cultivation, couldn’t subdue the maddened giant snake with one stroke.

A wildly absurd thought suddenly crossed Fang Geyu’s mind.

The mysterious woman in the black robe said indifferently, “You met Yun Rong in Xianling City; I thought she had already informed you two of my identity.”

Yun Rong had mentioned that she encountered some problems in her cultivation.

Her Heart Demon had materialized, stolen the Sword Heart Clarity, and disappeared.

Her words undoubtedly confirmed her identity as the Heart Demon.

Baili An looked at her, asking, “How are your injuries?”

“Injuries?” Fang Geyu was puzzled.

Baili An hummed, “She once saved my life.”

The woman in the black robe didn’t explain why she had interfered and saved him from Xing Wu’s clutches; her tone remained calm, revealing no change, “A body of a Heart Demon, minor injuries are of little concern.”

But hearing their conversation, Fang Geyu’s fingers hidden in her sleeves trembled, sending chills down her spine.

The woman claiming to be Yun Rong’s Heart Demon had already hidden the Xixue sword into her robe, as if the sword should avoid the light.

She then said, “The corpse beside Miss Fang has been scorched by demonic fire for a thousand years, deeply permeated with malevolent energy.

Though it is an Immortal Bone, it brings only harm and no benefits for cultivators.”

“So?” Fang Geyu squinted her eyes.

The Heart Demon reached out a hand calmly, “Please hand it over to me.”

Fang Geyu looked at her extended right hand, which was completely different from her left, fingertips pale and powerless, the wrist and palm covered with terrifying old scars.

A sense of powerlessness rose in her heart, her voice soft, “Even if I give it to you, what use would it have?”

People always subconsciously make some habitual actions, no matter how many years pass.

This person’s right hand was clearly utterly ruined; even holding a cup of tea steadily seemed doubtful.

Yet as she prepared to hand over the remains, she subconsciously extended her right hand.

Because this right hand had once been very important to her.

An important hand, to receive an important object.

That was only natural.