Originally, The Gate was tightly shut, and these people weren’t sure how Sui Yi knew there was someone outside.

Wu Xie knew, of course, that Sui Yi’s judgment wouldn’t be wrong, so he glanced at her and strode forward.

He didn’t ask Sui Yi how many people were outside, because no matter how many there were, apart from those with hardly any combat strength, only he and Sui Yi could fight, and as a man... he wouldn’t let Sui Yi go out first.

Wu Xie directly pulled open The Gate, and unexpectedly, the snow that had stopped at dusk was now even heavier, thicker than during the day, falling relentlessly, and in this snow, in front of the temple, torches burned one by one.

A group of menacing figures loomed ahead.

At least a hundred people.

However, for Sui Yi and Wu Xie, those at the back could be considered a motley crew, mostly Blade Guests from the Western Regions, while only the ones in front—the black-armored figures—drew attention.

The leader was tall, wearing a silver iron mask with a grimacing ghost face, his eyes dull and fixed on Wu Xie as he walked out after The Gate opened.

Of course, not many in this world would recognize Wu Xie, unlike Sui Yi who had been unwittingly swept into numerous upheavals, gaining fame. Wu Xie was too discreet; without his previous action at the Luoyang Pier, few would know of his existence.

But undeniably, Wu Xie himself exuded a kind of strong presence.

A master, a very fearsome master.

The masked man squinted his eyes and rasped, "A master from the Central Plains, gracing the Western Regions."

Without waiting for Wu Xie to speak, he chuckled lowly, "But even a Great Grandmaster from the Central Plains wouldn’t dare make trouble here... There are some rules you have yet to learn."

Indeed, although the filthy affairs here in the Western Regions trouble the conscience of many, the relationship between the Central Plains and the Western Regions is quite ambiguous; normally, martial arts masters from the Central Plains shouldn’t cause disturbances here—that’s the rule.

Outsiders are outsiders; they must follow local rules.

If it were other masters from the Central Plains Martial Arts world, they might weigh the pros and cons and be forced to back down, but Wu Xie isn’t of this world, let alone the Central Plains, so those words meant nothing to him.

Draw the sword.

When the sword emerged, the swirling snow suddenly spun around; what kind of sword was it? The people in the house were cautious and very timid, but finally, their courage increased a bit, witnessing under the torchlight the snow spinning, slicing, one sword dominating.

Then, it shattered a thousand troops!

The ground was covered in snow, smeared in blood, winter red plums, so beautifully unmatched.

The only survivor was the masked man, his curved blade horizontally before his arm, forcibly blocking the storm of Sword Qi, though he was pushed seven or eight meters back, a perfectly straight trail beneath his feet, and his arm’s flesh was torn open.

Wu Xie stood motionless, holding the sword.

Indeed powerful, not inferior to Song Que’s dominance; one was a Blade Guest, fierce and domineering, while Wu Xie was a Swordsman, sharply domineering.

The man knew the strength, wanting to courageously retreat, turned to flee...

Suddenly, he turned around to find a figure in green had somehow appeared behind him, with cold, exceptional eyebrows, silently watching him...

His body’s acupoints had been immobilized, unable to move. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

What a terrifying skill!

Even more so than the previous Swordsman!

Wu Xie was also surprised; when did she go out?

The gate was open, but if she were to appear behind this person, she must have passed by him here, yet he hadn’t sensed it...

A divine ability?

Sui Yi, unaware of Wu Xie’s thoughts, simply looked at the immobilized person, as snow and wind fell with a whoosh; it was cold, but Sui Yi’s expression was calm, asking, "Where is Zhi?"

This group is certainly connected to the group at the altar, and those who can cultivate Zhi are not ordinary; a single Zhi can greatly impact the battle situation, and Sui Yi has a rough idea of this. If it can be eliminated early, do so, to prevent them from using even more flesh and blood to raise a more mature Zhi.

For Sui Yi, a Zhi is a calamity; if she encountered one and didn’t remove it, she’d likely be uneasy.

Yet this person clearly hadn’t expected Sui Yi to even know about Zhi, so his face changed, scrutinizing Sui Yi’s face, sneering, "Ah, so it’s you!"

Recognize her?