The Great Ruler: The Ice Emperor Descends, Freezing the World!

Bing Tianxiao didn't linger. After getting his bearings, he went to retrieve the longbow before returning to the mountaintop.

Lingguan Mountain, the final battleground on the Spirit Road.

……

Meanwhile, halfway up Lingguan Mountain.

A fierce and chaotic battle is underway.

"boom!"

With a loud crash, Mu Chen's figure slammed heavily into a boulder, shattering the hard rock into pieces.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes remaining as calm as ice, staring intently at Ji Xuan, who was surrounded by the crowd in front of him.

Just now, he forcefully suppressed Ji Xuan.

It even put Ji Xuan in grave danger at one point.

But Ji Xuan is Ji Xuan after all.

He never cared about fairness in one-on-one battles.

At his command, several level-three spirits hidden in the shadows swarmed over and surrounded Mu Chen.

"Mu Chen, you are indeed very strong."

Ji Xuan stood on high ground, looking down at the slightly disheveled Mu Chen, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

But more than anything, it's sinister:

"Unfortunately, this spiritual path is not just about individual bravery."

"Charge! Attack! No matter the consequences!"

Following Ji Xuan's command, countless fierce attacks poured down on Mu Chen like a torrential rain.

Zhan Xiong, who was beside Mu Chen, fought desperately and blocked the fatal blow for him.

"Brother Mu... let's go..."

Zhan Xiong's tall body crashed to the ground, his blood staining the ground red.

"Show Bear!"

Mu Chen's eyes turned bloodshot as he looked at his companion lying in a pool of blood.

An indescribable ferocity erupted from his body, like a wounded lone wolf that had been completely enraged.

"You...all deserve to die!"

Mu Chen roared and instead of retreating, he advanced, rushing into the crowd like a black lightning bolt.

Those who had initially been aggressive attackers were now horrified to discover that the boy in front of them was simply a madman!

He disregarded his own injuries, fighting a style that was entirely about exchanging injuries for injuries, even risking his life.

"puff!"

A level three spiritual body expert had his sternum shattered by Mu Chen's punch and was sent flying backward, clearly beyond saving.

"Snap!"

Another attacker had his neck broken by Mu Chen and collapsed limply to the ground.

In a short time, the snipers left behind by Ji Xuan were slaughtered by Mu Chen alone, leaving corpses strewn all over the field!

The mountain path was stained red with blood, and the strong smell of blood was nauseating.

At this moment, Mu Chen was covered in blood, looking like a god of death descending upon the world.

He was panting heavily, his gaze passing over the corpses scattered on the ground and landing on the path leading to the mountaintop.

There, Ji Xuan's figure was almost disappearing into the clouds.

"Ji Xuan..."

Mu Chen gritted his teeth and squeezed out those two words.

Without the slightest hesitation, he dragged his battered body toward the mountaintop.

……

At the mountaintop, clouds and mist swirled.

An ancient stone platform stands silently in the clouds.

On the stone platform, a golden flag fluttered in the wind, its surface embroidered with intricate spiritual patterns, exuding an ancient and majestic aura.

That is the ultimate symbol of the Spirit Path—the Spirit Crown Banner.

Capturing this flag means standing at the pinnacle of the Spiritual Path.

Ji Xuan stared at the flag, his eyes brimming with greed.

He walked step by step toward the stone platform, each step feeling as if he were walking on clouds.

"This crown is mine after all!"

However, just as his hand was about to touch the flagpole...

"Clang!"

A clear, crisp sound of a sword ringing out suddenly rang out.

Immediately afterwards, an incomparably sharp sword aura swept in from the side, heading straight for Ji Xuan!

Ji Xuan was startled and retreated several feet, narrowly avoiding the sword strike.

He steadied himself and looked up.

A silver-haired girl, wielding the Luoshen Sword, blocked his path.

On the other side, a boy with a female appearance and wearing armor, holding a long spear, also pointed the spear tip directly at Ji Xuan.

"Luo Li! Martial Spirit!"

Ji Xuan looked at the two of them, and his face instantly darkened.

He never expected that these two people would join forces to stop him at this crucial moment.

"Want the Spirit Crown Flag? Have you asked the gun in my hand first?!"

With a flick of his spear, Wu Ling's spear tip sliced ​​through the air, emitting a piercing shriek.

Although he possessed a face more handsome than a woman's, his eyes were filled with an untamed fighting spirit at this moment.

Luo Li didn't speak, but silently held the Luo Shen Sword horizontally in front of her.

The sword gleamed with a cold light, reflecting in her clear, aloof eyes.

Her meaning couldn't be clearer—this road is blocked.

Ji Xuan looked at the two obstacles blocking his way, a fierce glint in his eyes.

"You two think you can stop me?"

He sneered, his spiritual energy surging around him, as he was about to force a breakthrough.

Just then, a sharp whooshing sound came from the clouds below the mountain.

"And what about me?"

A slightly hoarse voice rang out.

Ji Xuan turned around abruptly and saw a figure covered in blood rushing out of the clouds.

Those bloodshot eyes stared intently at him, as if they wanted to devour him alive.

It was Mu Chen!

And behind Mu Chen.

A golden figure followed closely behind; it was a girl dressed in golden armor, none other than Wen Qingxuan.

"Ji Xuan, your wishful thinking is too clever for your own good!"

Wen Qingxuan snorted coldly, pointing her spear directly at Ji Xuan.

Almost at the same time, on the other side of the cliff, a black figure appeared like a ghost.

Bing Tianxiao held a longbow, and a black feathered arrow was already nocked on the string.

"Wow, it's so lively here? Looks like I've arrived just in time."

In an instant, the atmosphere atop Lingguan Mountain froze to an extreme.

"The Crown of Spirits..."

Ji Xuan's gaze swept over the crowd, finally landing on the golden banner, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

However, before he could make a move, a roar full of violence broke the silence.

"Ji Xuan! Prepare to die!"

Mu Chen didn't even glance at the Spirit Crown Banner, which symbolized supreme honor.

At this moment, all he could see was Ji Xuan's repulsive face.

boom!

The rocks beneath Mu Chen's feet shattered instantly, and he charged straight at Ji Xuan, his entire being enveloped in overwhelming killing intent.

"madman!"

Ji Xuan's expression changed, and he retreated hastily.

Although he was arrogant, he did not dare to confront Mu Chen head-on, who was completely reckless in this state.

He slid to the left like a ghost, gathering strength in his hands, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Mu Chen.

Just as Ji Xuan moved...

"collapse!"

A dull, thunderous sound of bowstring trembling suddenly rang out.

A jet-black arrow, as if predicting Ji Xuan's retreat, shot with perfect accuracy towards the spot where he was about to land!

This arrow was as fast as lightning!

Ji Xuan's pupils contracted sharply, and the chilling sensation on his back forced him to forcibly twist his waist.

The offensive that was originally prepared to counterattack collapsed instantly, and he could only raise his arms to block in a sorry state.

"puff!"

The arrow grazed his arm, leaving a trail of blood.

Although it avoided a vital spot, this arrow completely disrupted Ji Xuan's rhythm.