Amidst howling winds and snow, Xiao Wujie stood tall and composed.
She possesses a refined and otherworldly air, like a banished immortal.
A cold wind ruffled the curls of silver hair at Aisie Hall's temples, and her eyes gleamed with an eerie light, her expression somewhat gloomy.
She herself was unharmed, but the assassin beside her was bleeding from all seven orifices, clutching his head, his face contorted in pain.
Clearly, she was at a disadvantage in the contest of illusion.
Her skills in supernatural arts were extraordinary, and she had never met her match until now. However, she was unexpectedly defeated in her first exchange with Xiao Wujie.
The smile vanished completely from her alluring face, replaced by a somber expression that seemed to drip with gloom.
Suddenly, she interlaced her long fingers, and a burst of purple light surged around her, causing her to rise from the ground.
Immediately afterwards, she clapped her hands together in front of her, then gently lowered her head, closed her eyes, and chanted a soft and eerie incantation.
Her eerie black dress billowed in the wind, and amidst the wildly swaying purple light, she resembled a dark deity in devout prayer, both wicked and alluring.
As the eerie incantation resounded, wisps of black smoke emanated from her body, rising and merging into the surging purple light.
Visible black spots appeared within the purple light.
Suddenly, the faint, hoarse cawing of crows echoed through the air.
The black dots wriggled slightly, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into black crows exuding an aura of death and evil.
Its beak was sharp as a knife, and its voice was like weeping blood.
The cawing of thousands of crows was chilling.
Aisie Hall's eerie eyes, with purple light flowing out like threads, stood amidst thousands of black crows, appearing like a malevolent god.
Her dark red lips suddenly curled into a smile, and a low, magnetic, and effeminate laugh could be heard, sending chills down one's spine.
A wisp of purple light shot out from the fingertip and disappeared into the flock of crows. The black crows' eyes immediately flashed with a fierce red light, their wings flapped wildly, and their sharp claws turned upwards.
With a hoarse, mournful cry, the dense flock of crows, as dark as a black cloud, turned their fierce gazes toward Xiao Wujie and swooped down, their shadows glowing with a thick purple light.
Xiao Wujie stood with his hands behind his back, a cold smile playing on his lips, tinged with a hint of disdain.
"If this is all you've got..."
"Then you can go die."
As soon as he finished speaking, endless gray-white energy surged out from him, instantly filling the world with a dark gray hue.
The grayish-white atmosphere caused even the falling snowflakes to freeze.
The fierce screech and the swooping flock of crows had visibly slowed to a halt, unable to move an inch.
As Xiao Wujie suddenly raised his eyes, countless mysterious silver symbols, like celestial scriptures, swirled out, seemingly carrying a lively consciousness, and precisely covered the ferocious body of the black crow.
He stretched out his long, slender hand, pointed it forward, and suddenly clenched it. The silver symbols covering the black raven immediately burst forth with dazzling light.
Suddenly, the black crow struggled and twisted its body, letting out a mournful cry from the dense flock of crows. A silver light, radiating a pure and bright aura, followed and burst forth.
With a loud boom, thousands of black crows instantly dispersed, turning into countless specks of light that scattered in all directions.
However, an unexpected change occurred. A low, eerie laugh rang out, and the purple light surrounding the dissipating crows suddenly shifted, intertwining and converging to condense into a sinister cross-shaped longsword, emanating a venomous black aura.
With a flick of his finger, Aisie Hall sent his longsword hurtling toward Xiao Wujie.
The longsword, exuding an aura of death, magnified in Xiao Wujie's pupils, but it did not stir up the slightest ripples.
Just as the longsword was about to pierce Xiao Wujie, a faint warm light appeared in the gray-white aura floating in the world.
The somber gray and white intertwined with the soft golden light, like yin and yang, mutually interacting and coexisting, as they eroded the evil sword.
In the blink of an eye, the purple longsword that originally exuded an evil aura transformed into a golden hilt and a silver blade, displaying its magnificent and mysterious beauty.
Blend with its light, and mingle with its dust.
The extraordinary technique, "Harmony with the Dust," transforms the opponent's moves and makes them one's own.
Xiao Wujie's eyes flashed with cold light as he looked at Aisie Hall, whose eyes were wide with shock. He flicked his finger, and the mysterious longsword flew towards Aisie Hall amidst the wind and snow.
Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth, and a blinding light swept across the land like a tidal wave, leaving everyone's vision blank for a moment.
The wind and snow continued, as if a storm had swept across the land, lingering for a long time.
When all was silent again, a soft, low panting sound came from the wind and snow.
A cold wind lifted the hem of Xiao Wujie's clothes. He stood facing the wind, his gaze cold and indifferent as he looked ahead.
Despite the wind and snow, Aisie Hall remained standing there, seemingly unchanged, though he was slightly out of breath and his gaze toward Xiao Wujie was somewhat dim.
The next second, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.
Where no one else could see, her hands, clasped behind her back, trembled uncontrollably.
The black-clad assassins who were confronting Lu Zhufeng and the others on the field showed deep horror in their eyes.
As their boss, no one knew how terrifying Aisie Hall was better than them, yet even so, she seemed to be at a disadvantage.
Yunmo's eyes were filled with joy. He had personally experienced the terror of Aisie Hall, but he never thought she could be more powerful than his teacher.
Only Lu Zhufeng, though expressionless, felt a hidden worry in his heart. No one knew better than him what Xiao Wujie had gone through before he arrived.
He fell ill and vomited blood, feeling depressed. In order to save Chu Liyue, he used a forbidden method that no one knew about.
No matter how strong he is, he can't withstand this kind of torment.
Taking advantage of the assassin's momentary lapse in concentration, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and his tall figure shot out, causing the assassin to hastily defend himself.
On the other side, Xiao Wujie coldly looked at Aisie Hall, whose face was somewhat gloomy. Under her gloomy gaze, he suddenly took a step and slowly walked towards her.
With each step taken, a terrifying aura that chills the soul continues to spread.
The thick clouds in the sky moved slowly, and wherever he passed, the snow froze and the cold wind stopped.
The cold, ruthless voice struck Aisie Hall and the assassins on the field like a heavy hammer, bringing with it a chilling sense of fear.
"After struggling for so long, it's time to get going."
The battle-hardened S-class assassin beside Aisie Hall looked at Xiao Wujie slowly approaching and inexplicably felt a sense of fear, as if he wanted to flee.
Faced with overwhelming power, the killing intent and ruthlessness honed through countless battles suddenly became weak and powerless, insignificant.
Aisie Hall's breathing became slightly heavy, and beneath the sinister look in his eyes lay a deep tremor.
She always felt that she had not underestimated Xiao Wujie in the slightest, and she could also sense that Xiao Wujie's extraordinary skills were by no means inferior to hers.
But when she truly unleashed her full power and experienced it firsthand, she couldn't help but feel a slight sense of defeat.
She is probably no match for Xiao Wujie.
As she watched Xiao Wujie slowly approach, she took a deep breath, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and a fierce glint flashed in her eyes.
"Heh, so what if you're really that good?"
"Even if you used a forbidden technique, you're still at your limit, just barely holding on."
"But...you like this—"
How long can it hold out?
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