After the snowstorm, the scenery in the mountains was pleasant, and the Tianxue Mountain was now peaceful, like a warm and delightful child.

In the mountains, a figure was running swiftly, with deliberate avoidance in their movements, occasionally casting vigilant glances at the sky. This person was Wu Yuanhui, the son of Wuluo Tian!

He moved like the wind, stepping on the snowy ground, leaving no deep footprints, only shallow marks resembling a beast's claws hovering in the air.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!" The hounds below howled, and occasionally an owl appeared in the sky on a strict patrol. Yuanhui treaded cautiously, his temples throbbing faintly - not a good sign.

"It seems something bad has happened, I must leave here quickly." Yuanhui was indeed in a dangerous situation at the moment, not daring to be careless. The only normal path down the mountain was fraught with danger, with treacherous paths infested with evil spirits.

Creak! Suddenly, he accidentally stepped on a protruding snowdrift and found himself stepping on something hard. Bending down to clear the snow, he soon uncovered a frozen corpse clutching a long sword.

Yuanhui, who had just closely examined it, froze for a moment, then sneered. "Didn't expect he would be so troublesome."

This person was a member of the Flowing Guard sent by the Holy Emperor that day, thinking he would retreat, but ended up freezing to death here.

"Well, better off dead, saves me the trouble." With that thought, Yuanhui couldn't help but chuckle, then heard the cry of an eagle in the sky. Looking up, he saw the owl circling above his head!

"Not good!" Yuanhui's face changed, picked up the sword from the dead man's hand, and quickly departed.

In no time, a group led by Qihe and Guo Jing arrived. Guo Jing approached the black-clad man and murmured, "Wuluo Tian is indeed not dead!"

"Is this guy a disciple of the Wujia, the Flowing Guard?" Qihe glanced at the Flowing Guard badge on the man's waist and asked Guo Jing.

"Yes, this person was sent to hunt down the traitor Wuluo Tian, but unexpectedly, he froze to death here. It's really pathetic." Guo Jing couldn't help sighing. Wuluo Tian had managed to evade pursuit in the snowy mountains, which was quite remarkable. But now that he, Guo Jing, had arrived, Wuluo Tian wouldn't be so lucky as before!

"Sir, the footprints of these spirit beasts seem unusual!" One of Qihe's followers suddenly approached and reported.

"What?!" Qihe said, pointing to a series of footprints of varying depths. "These footprints are not something an animal could make, but rather deliberately stepped out with the tip of a shoe by a person!"

The follower pointed out the suspicious point, confirming that it was a human's trail. "That makes sense, this guy is most likely the Wuluo Tian we are chasing."

Guo Jing licked his lips eagerly, his eyes gleaming with madness. "Exciting, I must personally dismember this guy."

"Chase him!" The group hurriedly pursued the footprints.

Yuanhui in the distance realized that the group's pace suddenly quickened, heading straight towards his position. "They found me?"

After a brief hesitation, Yuanhui decided to take a special path. As he was about to leave, a team of people and two hounds rushed towards him from the mountainside. A whistle sound was heard, and the hounds broke free from their restraints, charging at him frantically.

At that moment, Yuanhui remained calm, pulling out some dog food from his pocket. "Look, it's delicious." One of the hounds immediately ran towards the dog food. "Almost got careless!" Yuanhui sighed in relief, but to his surprise, another hound rushed at him. Unable to avoid it, Yuanhui had to deal with it.

With ease, he kicked the hound far away, causing it pain but not fatal harm. "Sir, we found an unidentified person." The team not far away shouted, launching a signal flare into the sky.

"How dare you hurt my hounds! Seize him, there will be a reward!" The group rushed towards Yuanhui after witnessing him kicking the hound.

"Haha, just a bunch of small fries, and you want to catch me?" Yuanhui laughed and swiftly swept his leg to fend off the attackers. These people, at most in the Ninth Layer of the Spirit stage, were too weak!

With a twist, Yuanhui broke the arm of the closest attacker, then kicked another Wujia disciple, causing him severe internal injuries. The disciple's eyes widened in disbelief at Yuanhui's immense strength.

"Weaklings! How could they be so powerful, defeating several of us with bare hands." The leader of the Spirit stage disciples groaned in pain, realizing the massive gap between them and Yuanhui.

Seeing his chance, Yuanhui unleashed his full power, merging all his Chi into his sword. The edge of the Meteor Sword shone blood-red as he executed his attack—the Sevenfold Meteor Strike!

In shock, the sword in Guo Jing's hand was broken by Yuanhui's sword, leaving a deep, narrow wound on Guo Jing's left shoulder and chest. Guo Jing felt immense pain, his shoulder and chest bleeding profusely.

Five minutes later...

"Ah, be gentle!" Bound tightly with coarse ropes, Yuanhui was tossed to the ground by Guo Jing, who then stepped on him, mocking, "Is this the so-called War God? You're not as tough as I expected!"

"War God? I'm just a regular disciple from a minor clan here to cultivate." Yuanhui retorted.

"A regular disciple?" Guo Jing's eyes widened in disbelief, unable to fathom that the supposed "Wuluo Tian" was just a junior disciple.

"Don't fool me. A regular disciple? Let me tell you, even the Fourth Prince of the Holy Emperor couldn't last a minute against me. How dare you, a mere disciple, make me work so hard to capture you..."

"Hmph, get off me!" Freed from the ropes, Yuanhui kicked away a Wujia disciple clinging to his leg, then drew his Meteor Sword with lightning speed to meet Guo Jing's attack.

Their swords clashed, and after a brief exchange, they both stepped back several steps.

"Heh, to have such strength at such a young age is impressive!" Guo Jing was shocked, realizing Yuanhui could match him despite the gap in their cultivation levels.

"Yes." After the brief clash, Yuanhui's eyes sparkled. He discovered that his hasty confrontation could rival Guo Jing, who had been cultivating in the Boundary realm for many years.

Guo Jing pointed his sword at Yuanhui, no longer showing disdain but a fierce determination. "Hmph, if you're not Wuluo Tian, then who are you?"

Laughing, Yuanhui looked at Guo Jing. "You don't need to know, but since the Wujia has the intention to kill my father, how can I, as his son, sit idly by? This time, Wuyan didn't come; he must have encountered some trouble, right?"

"Hmm?" Guo Jing furrowed his brows, having only received the order to capture Wuluo Tian but unaware of the reasons behind it. Hearing Yuanhui's words, he began to doubt if the Celestial Emperor had ever ordered an attack on Wuluo Tian.

"Enough talk, surrender!" Guo Jing coldly ordered, determined to capture Wuluo Tian as instructed by the Celestial Emperor.

Seeing negotiations fail, Yuanhui snorted disdainfully. The Meteor Sword swiftly absorbed all his Chi, unleashing its full power. "Meteor Sevenfold Strike!”

In Guo Jing's shocked eyes, the giant sword in Yuanhui's hand emitted a bloody-red light and with one strike, broke Guo Jing's long sword.

Ripping through Guo Jing's left shoulder to his chest, Yuanhui's sword left a non-deep and slender wound. Feeling the pain from the wound, Guo Jing touched his bloody shoulder, the wound oozing ceaselessly.

"Ah!"