The Nine-Headed Serpent Ancestor was truly stunned. The surroundings fell into silence, and his body felt an icy chill, his thoughts slowing down a beat. Though he struggled to intercept, the speed of the Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain was terrifyingly fast. Now that the Nine-Headed Serpent Ancestor had slowed down, he realized with clarity—he could no longer stop him.
With his power, self-preservation was assured, but protecting Dongbo Xueying was beyond him.
“I should have arranged for two more top-tier experts to guard His Majesty the Flying Snow Emperor,” the Nine-Headed Serpent Ancestor thought, a tinge of regret creeping into his heart. He had been too confident in himself! Of course, part of it was due to Dongbo Xueying’s own formidable strength in the Void Path. If Dongbo Xueying had only been at the peak Divine Emperor level, the Nine-Headed Serpent Ancestor would never have dared to act so carelessly—he would have assigned two or three more top-tier protectors.
“Now, it’s all up to His Majesty the Flying Snow Emperor.”
The Nine-Headed Serpent Ancestor could only watch helplessly as events unfolded. The sight of the Flying Snow Emperor clashing head-on with the Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain filled him with unease.
A layer of water droplets manifested over the Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain’s body, even covering his clawed limbs. The Nine-Headed Serpent Ancestor recognized this eerie phenomenon—it was an application of the Void Path at the Hunyuan level, amplifying the Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain’s power by several folds.
**Boom!**
The two collided.
The Flying Snow Emperor was sent flying, blood spraying from his mouth, his spear nearly knocked from his grip. Yet, his life force remained unshaken.
“Good! He only suffered minor injuries!” The Nine-Headed Serpent Ancestor rejoiced inwardly. After all, the gathered cultivators had already unleashed their domain techniques, suppressing the Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain. For a single strike to wound a top-tier expert—this was the desperate, all-out assault of a Hunyuan prisoner like the Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain.
“Hunyuan prisoner, prepare to die!” Now that his thoughts had cleared, the Nine-Headed Serpent Ancestor flipped his hand, and nine massive tentacles sprouted from his palm, lashing toward the Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain.
**Whoosh!**
Seeing that the white-robed youth had merely coughed up blood and was still a top-tier combatant, the Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain wasted no time—he fled without hesitation.
“Hold them back!”
“At all costs, delay them!”
The Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain barked orders to all his remaining guards.
As for himself, he maintained his true form and fled at breakneck speed.
“Stop him!”
“Block his escape!” The Nine-Headed Serpent Ancestor and the others fought desperately, but under the Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain’s frenzied assault, he broke through their encirclement despite sustaining injuries.
“After him!”
The cultivators were frantic.
But the sky was filled with swarms of Silent Annihilation Beasts, fearless and relentless, their bodies incredibly resilient and hard to kill.
“Quick!”
“Move!”
The cultivators coordinated perfectly, with Deputy City Lord Wu Xiao acting as the spearhead while the others supported seamlessly.
They surged forward, cutting through the hordes of Silent Annihilation Beasts. Though hindered, their speed remained formidable.
After nearly half an hour, they finally shook off the last of the six thousand Silent Annihilation Beasts.
“Finally free of them.”
“That was no easy feat.”
Dongbo Xueying exhaled in relief. There was no helping it—the Silent Annihilation Beasts were relentless, throwing themselves forward in waves. Some even rushed ahead to block their path. To completely lose them in half an hour was already an impressive feat.
“Pursue!”
“Don’t let him escape!”
—
The cultivators’ formation was now encased within a colossal golden bird. With a single flap of its wings, the bird sliced through the sky, its speed unmatched.
Though the Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain had long vanished from sight, the cultivators had dispatched countless scouts. His movements were still being tracked—even if he could conceal his aura as a Hunyuan prisoner, the chains binding him could not be hidden.
**Whoosh!**
The Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain fled in panic, racing toward his lair at full speed.
Yet, he was still too far away.
This was inevitable—each time he ventured out, he had to travel a great distance. Staying too close to his lair would make the torment unbearable.
“My Lord, we failed to stop them.”
“We couldn’t hold them back.”
One after another, his subordinates sent desperate messages.
The Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain seethed with fury. “Useless wretches! Six thousand of you, and you couldn’t even delay them for long?”
He pushed onward, his true form exacerbating his injuries. The golden runes on his body flickered erratically, growing brighter—this was the peak of his punishment cycle. Normally, he would have stayed far from his lair to mitigate the agony. But now, as he raced back, the pain only intensified.
“They’re here.”
The Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain saw it.
After barely an hour of fleeing, he spotted the golden bird streaking across the sky, closing in rapidly—far faster than he could escape.
Inside the bird were the cultivators, including the detestable Nine-Headed Serpent Ancestor and that white-robed youth skilled in soul techniques.
“Hunyuan prisoner, you cannot escape!” The Nine-Headed Serpent Ancestor’s voice boomed across the heavens.
**Boom!**
A nine-colored domain descended, ruthlessly suppressing the fleeing Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain, slowing him considerably.
**Boom! Boom! Boom!**
The cultivators unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks. This time, with no guards to hinder them, they could focus entirely on the Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain. Some coordinated joint strikes, others supported seamlessly—all converging on their sole target.
Though the Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain had drawn closer to his lair, boosting his strength by thirty percent, the situation was far worse.
Without distractions, the cultivators’ combined assault was more than twice as devastating.
“No!”
The Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain fought back wildly.
But layer upon layer of resistance stood in his way—Deputy City Lord Wu Xiao and the Nine-Headed Serpent Ancestor at the forefront, with elite fighters like Jie Tian the Great Emperor forming concentric rings of offense. The peak Divine Emperor-level cultivators encircled the outermost layer, executing coordinated strikes.
The Hunyuan prisoner was cornered. Now, he couldn’t even take a single cultivator down with him.
“He’s finished,” Dongbo Xueying mused silently.
Alone against a host of cultivators—once his techniques were known, there was no chance for him.
“Stay patient, everyone. No need to rush,” the Nine-Headed Serpent Ancestor advised via mental transmission. “In his true form, his injuries worsen by the second. If we drag this out, he’s done for. There’s no need to take risks.”
“Understood.”
“Haha, this Hunyuan prisoner is losing his mind,” the cultivators jeered as they maintained their flawless coordination, watching their prey struggle.
A high-level Hunyuan life form—
Bound by punishment,
Besieged by a group of semi-Hunyuan experts,
Approaching his final moments.
“To think I would fall to a bunch of insignificant beings who aren’t even true Hunyuan life forms,” the Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain lamented bitterly as his life force waned. The chains embedded deep within his body prevented him from unleashing his full power—otherwise, he would have annihilated these ants in a single strike.
But it was futile.
“One day… one day, our kind—the innate Hunyuan life forms—will descend upon this world. We will free our imprisoned brethren and slaughter every last cultivator. Even those supreme lords who shelter the countless spaces… their time will come. The endless Hunyuan space belongs to us in the end!” The Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain roared inwardly.
—
Finally,
Under the relentless assault, the Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain’s life force extinguished completely. His massive form collapsed onto the icy plains, motionless. His wounds—gashes in his flesh, severed tendons—remained unchanged.
“He’s dead.”
The cultivators fell silent for a moment, staring at the corpse of the high-level Hunyuan life form.
They all knew—had his punishment not suppressed him, even their combined efforts would never have felled a true high-level Hunyuan being.
Then—
A clamor erupted as they broke into excited chatter.
“Success at last!”
“Haha, the Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain—we’ve finally slain him!”
“Victory!”
“Not a single casualty among us!”
The cultivators were in high spirits.
“Brother Nine-Heads, congratulations.”
“City Lord Nine-Heads, your wish is fulfilled.” One by one, they offered their felicitations to the Nine-Headed Serpent Ancestor, who strode eagerly to the corpse. After a brief inspection, he waved his hand to store it away—only for his spatial treasure to shatter with a **bang**, scattering its contents. The Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain’s body tumbled back onto the ground.
Laughter erupted.
“Hah! That’s a high-level Hunyuan corpse. Ordinary storage items can’t handle it.”
“Nine-Heads, you didn’t even prepare a proper storage artifact?”
They teased him mercilessly.
The Nine-Headed Serpent Ancestor sighed. Powerful beings exerted immense pressure on spatial constructs. Even in Dongbo Xueying’s home universe, a Chaos Realm expert could strain an entire cosmos. The more advanced a storage treasure, the greater the load it could bear. Though the Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain was dead, his corpse’s presence still dwarfed the pressure exerted by peak Divine Emperor-level experts.
**Whoosh.**
Eventually, the Nine-Headed Serpent Ancestor produced an enormous, peculiar sack and stuffed the high-level Hunyuan corpse inside.
“Everyone,” he addressed the group with a smile, “this victory belongs to all of you. As promised, I will take the heart and blood of the Lord of the Silent Ice Mountain. The rest goes to Brother Flying Snow. His contributions were paramount to our success.”
All eyes turned to Dongbo Xueying.
Indeed.
Without the Flying Snow Emperor, they would never have breached the defenses of six thousand Silent Annihilation Beasts to reach their target.
Dongbo Xueying demurred, “This was a collective effort. Only together could we slay a Hunyuan prisoner.”
“True, it was teamwork,” the Nine-Headed Serpent Ancestor agreed. “I will honor all my promises. Now—it’s time to return!”
“Let’s go!”
“Back we go!”
“What a thrill! To think we cultivators could bring down a high-level Hunyuan life form!”
“Don’t get cocky. This was a severely weakened one.”
“But still a high-level Hunyuan being!”
In jubilant spirits, the cultivators chatted animatedly as their formation shimmered and vanished, embarking on the journey home.
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