Zhuge Manor.

A wild wind swept up the snowflakes, converging toward a single point.

At the very center was a finger that looked like a jade-ice sculpture.

At this moment, Jiang Ning clenched that finger into a fist, scarlet flames shrouding his whole body as he charged head-on.

The next instant.

Crack—

Only the sound of ice crystal shattering rang out.

The jade-ice-sculpted finger Ji Mingzhou had stretched out suddenly turned into shattered ice crystals, exploding into ten thousand motes of glittering dust.

Ji Mingzhou pulled back and retreated, his speed pushed to the extreme, like a streak of flowing light, his expression shifting from indifference to horror.

Jiang Ning suddenly stepped forward, in a flash turning into a streak of crimson rainbow and overtaking him.

In just a single instant, everyone still had no time to react.

They only heard a thunderous boom.

Half of Ji Mingzhou’s body exploded. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

That was the fist blasting through.

"Impossible!!" Only now did Ji Mingzhou’s horrified voice ring out.

"Nothing’s impossible!" Jiang Ning’s expression was calm. "I’ve come all this way, cautious at every step! If I had no certainty, how would I dare come here!"

"You’re clearly cursed—how can you still be this strong?" Ji Mingzhou spoke again.

"If the curse hadn’t sunk into my organs, why would I need to use a Forbidden Technique to deal with you?" Jiang Ning’s voice sounded.

Rumble—

Another thunderous boom, and the remaining half of Ji Mingzhou’s body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

At this moment, the look he gave Jiang Ning was one of pupils trembling even more violently.

Because he sensed the aura of Primordial Unity.

He opened his mouth, still wanting to say a few more words.

Jiang Ning spread his five fingers, turning fist into palm, and brought it crashing down.

With this palm, the air in his palm condensed like flowing water.

Before it even touched Ji Mingzhou, Ji Mingzhou already felt the air being compressed, as if it had solidified into something tangible.

The next instant.

The broad palm slammed down ferociously, landing heavily atop Ji Mingzhou’s head.

Boom!!

Another deafening roar, and his head exploded on the spot.

A violent force surged from top to bottom, in an instant piercing through his entire body.

Without the resistance of consciousness, the remnant body simply couldn’t withstand that force rampaging through it.

It took only a single instant.

Ji Mingzhou’s remaining body burst apart segment by segment like a string of firecrackers, exploding into blood mist.

And in the eyes of those at the side, at such speed they simply couldn’t see the changes within.

They only saw that with the final palm, Ji Mingzhou’s body from top to bottom turned into blood mist and blew apart.

In that instant, the whole field fell silent, and the wind and snow shrouding all of Wolong Ridge also shifted from raging to calm. Snowflakes rustled down soundlessly to the ground, and the raging wind smoothed into stillness.

On the other side.

Jing Wuming couldn’t help but shiver inside.

The purple-veiled woman and the sword-carrying man who’d been swept flying by Wang Wenzong’s earlier spear strike both had their pupils contract violently.

From Wang Wenzong’s world-crushing might, impossible to resist, to Ji Mingzhou descending like a Heavenly Person, forcing Wang Wenzong back with a single finger, then to Jiang Ning taking the field and killing Ji Mingzhou.

All these reversals had taken place within the span of barely a dozen breaths.

Every turn had far exceeded their expectations.

At this moment, Jiang Ning’s gaze fell on the purple-veiled woman; the scarlet flames on his own body abruptly vanished.

His aura dropped straight down.

Cough, cough—

Accompanied by two clear coughs.

The sound of coughing instantly shattered the silence here.

Falling on the ears of the purple-veiled woman and the sword-carrying man, however, it was like the sound of a soul-reaping summons.

The sword-carrying man’s left hand clenched his broad sword even tighter.

Only his right arm was still regenerating at high speed.

Just now, that spear from Wang Wenzong, the impact of its power, had directly torn half his torso apart.

But to have reached his level, the ability to regrow severed limbs was long since part of his arsenal.

All over his body, there was practically no obvious vital point left.

Even if his heart were shattered, relying on a Grandmaster body, it could grow back anew.

If not for the time being far too short, with his active stimulation, the torn right arm would already have fully regrown.

"Marquis, your divine might—this little woman admires you to the utmost!!" The purple-veiled woman bowed distantly toward Jiang Ning, her manner humble.

Just then.

Jiang Ning’s figure flickered, in an instant turning into an afterimage as he swept across sideways.

"Marquis, this slave was wrong!!" The purple-veiled woman’s manner instantly turned to panic as she immediately tried to retreat.

But as her gaze fixed, she realized Jiang Ning was already less than three feet before her.

Then Jiang Ning thrust out a single palm, pushing across to slam heavily into her chest.

Her proud chest caved inward, her whole body’s bones rang in unison, crackling explosions spreading from her chest out through all her hundred bones.

It was only a moment.

Boom!!

A cloud of blood mist exploded.

Jiang Ning’s figure flickered again.

In everyone’s eyes, his speed was impossibly fast.

With just a single blur, he appeared in front of the sword-bearing man.

The man’s pupils shrank violently, his arm lifting his sword to block horizontally.

But just as his left arm was rising, Jiang Ning’s single palm shot straight out, aiming directly for his forehead.

Boom—

With an explosive sound, his head turned into blood mist.

Only then did Jiang Ning finally stop.

In the blink of a hare and the drop of a hawk, the entire manor had already settled to dust.

Jiang Ning immediately looked into the distance.

He saw atop the cliff, Wang Wenzong staring from afar.

At this moment.

Wang Wenzong watched this scene, shock surging in his heart, his pupils contracting violently.

The reason he’d withdrawn just now was because he’d sensed Ji Mingzhou’s strength.

That strength lay in his spirit, in his union with Heaven and Earth.

Wherever the wind and snow were, that was Ji Mingzhou’s domain.

Faced with this might drawn from Heaven and Earth, he had no absolute confidence, to say nothing of Jing Wuming waiting at the side.

After a simple weighing of pros and cons, he chose to retreat.

To knowingly do what could not be done—he no longer had that kind of drive.

Having reached where he was today, he also knew he would never touch First-grade in this lifetime.

So what he wanted now was only stability, and inheritance.

His body might not yet be old, but he knew his heart already was.

He had thought that by retreating, Zhuge Manor would be doomed.

Because Shen Wenyan had long pinned his hopes on him.

With this withdrawal, Shen Wenyan’s hopes were dashed, Zhuge Manor was doomed, and he knew he might also incur Shen Wenyan’s resentment.