Can't it be picked?
Luo Hongxia sneered and slowly raised his spear, clearly not heeding the words of tolerance.
Kuan Rong gripped his longsword and reminded him once again, "Lord Junhu, I suggest we part ways here."
"Enough with the nonsense!"
Luo Hongxia's figure shot out, his spear moving like a dragon in his hand, heading straight for the mask of magnanimity, intending to shatter it.
Without flinching, he shifted his feet and dodged to the side.
But the lawn behind it wasn't so lucky; a terrifying impact churned a furrow into it.
Before he could even catch his breath, the spear darted around and swung directly at him.
A ding sound.
A snow-white longsword lay rotten before him, and a tolerant voice said solemnly, "Junhu, don't push your luck."
"hehe."
Luo Hongxia clearly ignored him, and suddenly stepped forward, unleashing tremendous force in his hand, managing to unleash a sweeping attack despite the obstruction of the defender!
With a whoosh!
The 360-degree sweeping spear gave the surrounding weeds a neat fringe, while also blasting the tolerant figure away!
But before he could land, countless cracks appeared on the ground beneath Luo Hongxia's feet, and he himself shot out, smashing down the spear aimed at Kuan Rong.
Kuan Rong's expression changed slightly, and the white sword in his hand emitted a cold light, making the scorching sun seem a few degrees colder, carrying a touch of frost as he went forward.
Rumble—!
With a tremendous roar, the invisible impact slammed through the ground, creating a crater a hundred meters wide, with countless cracks spreading outwards.
With a sudden burst of force, Kuan Rong channeled energy into the longsword, and instantly a chill crept up Luo Hongxia's spear, spreading towards his arm.
This scene caused his expression to change slightly, and he flicked off the frost that had condensed on his spear with a few graceful spear flourishes.
But at this moment, the forgiving white sword was stuck in the ground, accompanied by his cold voice.
"Junhu, since that's the case, you can stay here!"
In an instant, energy was injected into the ground under his control, and the surrounding red grass instantly turned into white crystals, clearly frozen solid.
This was just the beginning. Under his control, ice pillars rose from the ground, growing rapidly toward Junhu as if to pierce him.
"snowstorm…"
Luo Hongxia's voice was deep and contained complex emotions as he leaped out of the area.
"I recognized him." Kuan Rong said quietly, "So, shall we still fight?"
Luo Hongxia fell silent for a moment. Blizzard was the name of a monstrous beast that had been killed by natural disasters; its true form was a snow rabbit.
It carries a terrifyingly low temperature, and wherever it goes, it can create an extremely cold area. Anyone who wants to get close to it must be a king, otherwise they will freeze to death on the way.
Kaitian City once ran along the path of the blizzard, but it was later destroyed by several Venerables, and its remains were kept by Kaitian City.
The sword in Kuan Rong's hand was undoubtedly a weapon forged from materials from a blizzard.
But this is a monstrous beast of natural disaster, equivalent to a revered being among humans.
It goes without saying who is qualified to use weapons made of this material.
But now that it's in the hands of Xun Fang, it's obvious that Xun Fang's background is incredibly powerful!
"call…"
Letting out a long breath, Luo Hongxia slowly raised his spear, his expression returning to calm: "Take off your mask."
Kuan Rong was somewhat exasperated: "Junhu, don't push your luck!"
"Take off the mask."
Luo Hongxia kept repeating this sentence.
"Okay, okay."
Kuan Rong laughed, but there was a hint of madness in it: "Luo Hongxia! You're something else. If you're so capable, come and pick it yourself!"
Despite the cracking ground, Luo Hongxia charged forward, while Kuan Rong also swung his longsword fiercely, unleashing the full power of the weapon without reservation.
With just a wave of his hand, a biting cold wind rushed to Luo Hongxia's face, turning his hair white with frost, yet he remained straight ahead.
"The flaw is too great!"
Luo Hongxia suddenly spoke, and the spear in his hand shot out under the astonished gaze of Kuan Rong, like a javelin about to pierce his chest.
In a moment of urgency, Kuan Rong immediately sheathed his sword and parried.
Ding!
The spear spun twice in the air before landing steadily in Luo Hongxia's hand, then spun again and smashed into Kuanrong's face.
With a crack, followed by the booming sound of Kuan Rong being smashed away.
He shook the spear, and the ice crystals that covered it shattered upon contact, turning into shimmering light that scattered down.
Luo Hongxia's gaze was fixed on Kuan Rong, who had stood up. The mask could no longer withstand the impact and shattered into pieces, falling to the ground.
The forgiving voice was shrill: "Luo Hongxia! You actually dared to hit me! You're insane! I'm Ning Tianming!"
Although he had expected it, the face below still made Luo Hongxia's heart sink.
Ning Tianming's father is Ning Caihe, one of the four Venerables of Kaitian City.
The Venerable One's son is none other than the one of the Seven Virtues: Tolerance!
Taking a deep breath, Luo Hongxia's voice was filled with suppressed anger: "Ning Tianming, you have been accused of secretly instigating the Seven Deadly Sins to establish an organ trade, murdering multiple people, selling exotic beast resources to wilderness bandits, and other crimes. Now, surrender and accept your arrest!"
"Heh heh heh, what makes you think you can arrest me?"
Ning Tianming spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, his expression fierce: "My father is Ning Caihe! Venerable One, do you know that?! What do you have to play with me?!"
Luo Hongxia angrily said, "You still know that Venerable Ning is your father! If you need something, you can't just ask for it directly! Why do you have to join some evil cult!"
"What are you missing?" Ning Tianming joked, "I'm missing some excitement!"
He spoke with a blissful expression.
"How wonderful it is to see the blood flow through my palms and watch the lives of the weak slowly slip away in my hands?"
"You can imagine, right? When a person dies, their body really does slowly cool down. You just need to put your hand in their heart, and you can not only feel the change in body temperature, but you can even touch the heart and feel it slowly stop."
Ning Tianming was somewhat fascinated: "That feeling is something no one else can give."
boom!
Luo Hongxia had already appeared in front of him, and without using his spear, he punched him in the face.
His final task was to investigate the Seven Deadly Sins and gain a clearer understanding of how many people had died at their hands, including many elderly people, women, and children!
But when he investigated further, he discovered that it was not just that, which is why he was so angry when he saw that it was Ning Tianming!
Ning Caihe is a respected figure who protects the city and is revered by thousands, but his son is a madman!
"Hahaha! Luo Hongxia! Go ahead and hit me, what difference will it make! I'll still be innocent when I get back! I'll still live a good life!"
Ning Tianming lay on the ground laughing wildly, showing no intention of getting up to resist.
Luo Hongxia clenched his fists and stared intently at him.
Ye Bufan stood up silently, and Shang Wugang lowered his raised hand.
"Sigh... what a mess this is..." Shang Wu sighed, but still didn't stop Ye Bufan.
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