Dongwubeidi City, General's Mansion.
The Snow God arrives, bringing with him heavy snow.
The weather had been warming up, but it suddenly turned cold, catching everyone off guard. People on the street went home to find their cotton-padded clothes and put them on, and gathered in the neighborhood to talk about the sudden heavy snow.
Suddenly someone on the street shouted, "The Snow God has arrived, the God has arrived..."
Everyone in the north revered the Snow God. Regardless of whether the news was true or false, they all brought offerings and went to pay their respects. The gates and walls of the General's Mansion were completely blocked by the crowd.
Inside the general's mansion.
Hanzhe tried to cast a spell to escape several times, but his power seemed to be blocked by something. He looked at the little girl at the door with fear in his eyes. Could it be that there are two Snow Gods?
"Han Su, this is the last person who killed the Snow God. You will be the one to deal with him."
As soon as Rong Chaoxi finished saying this, a burst of cold air suddenly burst out from Han Su's body. Heavy snow fell from the sky. The temperature in the house dropped sharply. The cold air penetrated every pore and everyone felt like they had fallen into an ice cave.
"Don't be trapped by hatred, live a good life..." Gentle words rang in her ears, and Han Su immediately came back to her senses. She looked at Rong Chaoxi, "Sister said that revenge is not allowed."
Her expression was somewhat distorted, as the Snow God's instructions were in conflict with her true feelings.
"She's not right." Rong Chaoxi shook his head and said, "Hatred can be let go, but it can't be suppressed. You want revenge, don't you?"
"...Yeah." Han Su nodded hesitantly. She wanted revenge, but her sister wouldn't let her. She kept telling herself not to think about it, but she couldn't forget it.
"Hatred breeds evil, evil breeds demons. If you can't let it go, release it, don't suppress it. Otherwise... you won't be able to sit firmly on this throne of God." Rong Chaoxi said all.
The Northern Barbarians were completely bewildered.
What hatred? The last person who killed the Snow God? The Snow God fell? But isn't this little girl the Snow God?
They looked at Han Zhe, wanting to know the details from him. Why did he say that the Snow God was dead? Did he really kill the Snow God?!
Han Zhe lowered his head and his pupils shrank into a point with fear. He was gathering strength to break free from the confinement. There was more than one god, the Snow God, in this place.
He turned his head to look at Rong Chaoxi. The words she just said were not something a human child could say. She was not an ordinary person!
Thinking back to that year in the Shogun's Mansion in Kyoto, he and the Crown Prince didn't know how to make a snowman, but somehow they listened to her and made one for her. Qianluo's resurrection, and the uncontrollable behavior she had told her about...
There's always been something strange about this child—she! She's the ever-present god of Dongwu!
Rong Chaoxi turned around and looked at him, and he immediately lowered his head.
He originally wanted to get involved in the imperial power. After practicing magic and gaining the ability to call the wind and rain, he also wanted to visit the divine realm that everyone longed for.
No, he can't die here. The Immortal said that some of their people are still in the Kingdom of Southern Yan. If he goes there, there may be a glimmer of hope.
He withdrew his thoughts in an instant and looked up at Han Su, "You are the little fox. I'm sorry, I didn't know they would do that..."
Han Su, who was hesitant, heard this and the suppressed murderous aura burst out instantly. A snow lock shot out from behind her, locked Han Zhe, smashed him against the window, and fell heavily in the snow.
It happened in an instant, and Han Zhe's unfinished words turned into a mouthful of blood and polluted the white snow.
When the people saw the rope made of snowflakes, they screamed, "It's the Snow God! It really is the Snow God!"
Hanzhe raised his hand to wipe the snow from the corner of his mouth and smiled knowingly. She was not the Snow God, her power was too weak. He thought of a way to escape.
"Snap..." The snow lock was shaken open by Han Zhe, and black air emanated from his body until his entire body was covered.
"Monster...monster..." the people screamed.
"It's not a demon, it's a monster. That's a monster. Monsters don't emit black air all over their bodies." Rong Chaoxi explained loudly.
Even though they knew there were monsters or demons inside, they were already scared and screaming, but no one left. Instead, more people came forward. The people in the north are really brave!
Han Zhe glanced at Rong Chaoxi and thought he could escape as long as he could avoid her sight.
He quickly gathered his strength and attacked Han Su, who raised his hand and melted the snow to catch it.
As expected, her power was very weak.
Han Zhe suppressed his strength and slowly entangled with Han Su.
The black and white air waves intertwined as two half-baked gods and demons fought each other. They basically used human martial arts moves, but added their own techniques to increase their strength, agility and lethality.
Han Su transformed the snow into a sword, stabbing, slashing, slashing, poking, and scraping at Han Zhe. Han Zhe, already well-versed in martial arts, dodged them all with ease. Han Su, using his animal-like agility, dodged each of Han Zhe's fatal attacks.
Gradually, Hanzhe led the battlefield to mid-air, above the crowd...
Rong Chaoxi was looking for dried meat in her small bag...
Now is the time!
Han Zhe struck Han Su in the chest with all his might. He caught Han Su off guard, and even though Han Su barely dodged, he was still hit in the shoulder. At the same time, Han Zhe retracted his demonic energy and fell into the crowd.
"Eh? Where are the people?"
As the fight went on, the man disappeared and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.
In the crowd, Han Zhe covered his mouth and nose, not daring to walk against the crowd, and could only slowly move to the edge.
After passing through the last wall of people, he breathed a sigh of relief and slipped into the alley next to him. As long as he entered the darkness, no one would be able to find him.
"Where are you going?" A cold voice preceded him in the darkness.
A pair of cold eyes locked onto him, the demonic energy in his body kept surging, like a tadpole that had found its mother, trying to break free from the shackles of this flesh and pounce on him.
"You... who are you?" At this moment, he was really scared. He couldn't escape this feeling of oppression!
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