Zhuge Manor.

As Wang Wenzong’s thin body became full and solid.

One muscle after another bulged, filled with power.

His full head of silver hair gradually turned black.

An extremely strong aura began to pervade.

Watching this scene, everyone was filled with fear.

Like ordinary beasts seeing the king of the forest, that kind of fear erupted from the depths of their hearts, spreading throughout their bodies.

At this moment, Jing Wuming was also full of gravity.

"So, you still had something left in reserve earlier!"

As his words fell, he drew his long blade, hung the wine pot at his waist, and turned to leave.

At this moment, everyone on the scene was dumbfounded, none of them had expected it.

At the brink of a great battle, Jing Wuming suddenly turned to leave.

"Tell your Sect Leader, I’ll repay the favor I owe him next time!" Jing Wuming said to Li Sixiang with a carefree expression.

And at this moment, the entire scene was silent.

Jing Wuming had just taken two steps.

Whoosh—

The originally overcast but calm sky suddenly surged with stormy clouds, and the daylight dimmed.

Perceiving the change in the heavens and the earth, Jing Wuming immediately stopped in his tracks.

Then, in the corner, a woman in purple gauze opened her hand, and an ice crystal fell into her palm.

"It’s here!!" she murmured.

Then, snowflakes began drifting down from the sky.

In just an instant, the world turned into a white expanse.

Soon after, a violent wind arose, carrying countless snowflakes like a waterfall cascading down. Instantly, it enveloped the entire Wolong Ridge.

The snowstorm was so intense that within a moment, it became difficult to see someone just ten steps away. Snow piled up in the courtyard at a speed visible to the naked eye, the temperature plummeting as if even the air was about to freeze.

"It’s here!" Wang Wenzong murmured softly, gripping the spear in his hand more tightly.

At this moment, he too was completely different from before.

He was in the form of a middle-aged man.

Around forty.

Veins bulged all over his body, muscles rising like coiled dragons, the immense energy weighing down the wind and snow, keeping them at bay within ten steps.

On the other side.

In a corner where no one noticed, Shen Wenyan appeared with two people at a corner of the manor’s courtyard.

Seeing this scene, his expression became exceedingly grave.

Soon after, in the wind and snow, a tall figure came treading the snow.

He didn’t walk fast, but with each step he took, the surrounding wind and snow would freeze and avoid him, as if heaven and earth had opened a path for him.

The newcomer was clad in a plain white robe, almost melding with the wind and snow, only his black hair tied with a jade pin stood out, his features clear-cut like a painting, yet his eyes were indifferent as ice, regarding all things as mere straw dogs.

This person was the Sect Leader of the Cross Immortal Gate, the Alliance Hierarch of the Yingtian Alliance—Ji Mingzhou.

"Brother Jing," Ji Mingzhou stopped in the courtyard, the surrounding wind and snow swirling around him, his voice not loud, yet clearly penetrating the wind and snow, landing in everyone’s ears, "since you have already made your move, why leave in such a hurry? There’s no need to leave this favor for next time, you can repay it now!"

Jing Wuming paused, lifted his wine pot, and took a sip.

"Does the Alliance Hierarch intend to join forces with me to fight Wang Wenzong? Aren’t you afraid of being ridiculed if word gets out?"

Ji Mingzhou’s expression was indifferent: "No matter, it’s just some slight slander! I don’t care! And the Nine River Dragon Wang Wenzong, merely this title warrants the two of us joining forces."

"Since you don’t care about reputation, then I’ll repay this favor! Saves me the trouble of a debt of gratitude!" Jing Wuming re-hung his wine pot and grasped the short blade in his hand.

At this moment.

Wang Wenzong’s expression became very grave.

The wind and snow could not approach within ten steps of him. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

But he could feel that at this moment, Ji Mingzhou was the center of the wind and snow, also the center of this heaven and earth.

With such a heavy snowfall and extraordinary phenomenon, it’s not a change of heaven, but human exertion.

With human power to invoke a change in heaven, achieving Unity of Heaven and Man.

At this moment, the area covered by the wind and snow was entirely Ji Mingzhou’s world.

He immediately realized that he was trapped because his physique was too strong, unable to achieve a balance of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, unable to enter the Mixed Element Realm.

And what trapped Ji Mingzhou was his spirit being too powerful.

Spirit strong, Essence and Qi weak.

Similar constraints prevented him from entering the First Grade Mixed Yuan.

He held the middle part of the spear, slowly rotating its tip.

Yin—

A deep dragon’s roar seemed to erupt from within him, or from the spear itself.

At this moment.

Ji Mingzhou moved.

In an instant.

He disappeared from everyone’s sight.

When he reappeared.

He was a yard ahead of Ji Mingzhou.

He bent his finger forward and pointed.

One could see his finger was like ice sculpted from jade, the wind and snow swirling around it.

And the center of the wind and snow was not his body but the finger he pointed forward.

In this instant.

Not only did the wind and snow converge, but everyone’s gaze involuntarily focused on his finger.

Yin!!!

Suddenly, a dragon’s roar exploded.

Wang Wenzong raised his hand to unleash the spear, like a flood dragon emerging from the sea.

Just as everyone squinted slightly, anticipating a collision that would shake the heavens.

They saw that as the finger and spear tip met, Wang Wenzong recoiled rapidly as if he had touched a viper or scorpion.

"Marquis Shen, today’s deal is thus canceled!" Wang Wenzong left these words and retreated swiftly.

In a few flashes, he vanished from within the manor, disappearing from everyone’s sight.

Seeing this scene, a hint of astonishment appeared on Ji Mingzhou’s calm face.

Jing Wuming chuckled: "An old man becoming wise, truly doesn’t deceive me!"

Then, he looked at Ji Mingzhou.

"So, does this count as repaying the favor?"

Ji Mingzhou nodded slightly: "It counts!"

Then, he looked at Jiang Ning, then at Shen Wenyan.

"Two Marquises, Wang Wenzong has abandoned you, now this Zhuge Manor is reduced to just the two of you."

Ji Mingzhou’s voice reverberated in the wind and snow, each word falling clearly into everyone’s ears.

Surrounded by the snowstorm, Shen Wenyan’s face turned ashen, and he couldn’t help but clench his fists.