Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 704: Help From A Brief Acquaintance
"This woman," Han Yu said, "was she wearing a veil, dressed in white, and spoke with a cold voice?"
The spirit tilted its head. "You know her?"
"Know her?" Han Yu smirked. "I can see her."
And then he dropped.
WHISTLE
He cut his Qi suddenly and fell straight down like a stone.
The spirit blinked in confusion.
Then it felt it.
A killing intent colder than the mountains.
SHING
It jerked sideways just as a massive blade of pure ice ripped through the air where it had been, stretching nearly ten meters long.
The ice blade carved through clouds and snow, leaving a freezing trail behind.
"Damn you, bitch! You’re back again!?" the Evil Mountain Spirit roared.
Han Yu twisted in midair and stabilized himself, looking up.
There she was.
Madam Cold Fang.
Hovering in the sky, her white robes fluttering like ghostly silk, cold ice Qi coiling around her like living serpents.
Her veil hid most of her face, but her eyes were sharp and calm.
"Danqing Xun," she said coldly. "Even after a thousand years, you are still the same pest you were when you were alive."
The name struck like lightning.
The spirit screamed.
"You dare use that name! I am the EVIL MOUNTAIN SPIRIT NOW! THE TERROR OF HARROW!"
Its body expanded, red mist boiling violently as dark specks thickened like ash in a storm.
Han Yu hovered between them, heart pounding.
So this was not just some nameless monster.
It had a past.
A human name.
A history.
Madam Cold Fang glanced briefly at Han Yu. "You should not be here," she said.
"I didn’t plan to be," Han Yu replied. "It found me first."
The spirit’s eyes burned brighter. "Both of you will feed me."
It lunged.
This time, it did not hold back.
The air exploded as it crossed hundreds of meters in a blink, claws forming from condensed blood mist, slashing at Madam Cold Fang with terrifying force.
She raised one hand.
A wall of ice bloomed instantly in front of her, thick and layered.
CRASH!
The claws tore through several layers before finally stopping.
Madam Cold Fang drifted backward slightly, but her posture remained steady.
"You are still crude," she said. "Even in death."
She flicked her fingers.
Dozens of ice spears formed around her and shot forward like rain.
The spirit twisted, its body turning half intangible as the spears passed through parts of it, while others struck and exploded into frost.
Han Yu watched with wide eyes.
This was a battle beyond anything he had faced.
Nascent Soul realm at the very least.
Perhaps higher.
He knew one thing clearly.
If either of them targeted him, he would die.
The spirit shrieked, its voice layered with rage and madness. "I will tear you apart piece by piece, whether I’m Danqing Xun or not!"
It rushed her again.
Madam Cold Fang raised both hands.
The sky darkened.
Ice Qi poured out of her like a tide.
A massive formation of frost and wind formed around the spirit, trying to bind it in place.
The spirit howled, mist boiling, blood red fog clashing against pale blue ice.
Han Yu backed away slowly, keeping his distance.
He did not want to be anywhere near the center of this storm.
But he also knew something.
This was not over.
Not for him.
Because the Evil Mountain Spirit had already chosen him as prey.
And even if it lost today, something told Han Yu that this encounter would not be the end.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH
The sky had turned into a battlefield.
Ice storms spiraled like living beasts, while rivers of blood mist cut through them like knives through silk. Every collision sent shockwaves that shattered nearby peaks, snow and stone exploding outward in blinding clouds.
Han Yu had never felt so small.
He flew low, darting between falling debris, twisting his body at the last instant whenever a stray wave of Qi swept past.
"Damn you, you overgrown corpse!" Han Yu shouted as he barely avoided a streak of red mist that burned a trench into the mountainside behind him.
"And damn you too!" he yelled toward Madam Cold Fang. "You couldn’t have picked a better place to fight!?"
She did not even glance at him.
"If you cannot run," she said coldly, "then fight."
Han Yu scoffed bitterly. "Fight? This is not a fight. This is suicide with extra steps."
She finally replied, her voice sharp as ice. "Then perish."
And with that, she turned her full attention back to the Evil Mountain Spirit.
Han Yu cursed under his breath and threw himself into another dive as a wall of frost exploded where he had just been.
He spread his spirit sense despite the danger and carefully observed the fluctuations of power around them.
Madam Cold Fang’s Qi was vast, deep, and layered, like an ocean hidden beneath glaciers.
"This pressure... This is not Nascent Soul anymore," Han Yu thought grimly. "She is at least Dao Shell realm."
He could not tell which stage of Dao Shell, but it was far beyond Peak Nascent Soul.
The Evil Mountain Spirit, on the other hand, was weaker in raw cultivation. Its power felt comparable to an Adolescent Soul Stage Nascent Soul cultivator, similar to a few elders he had sensed in the Blood Sect. But its form was unnatural. It could disperse, reform, and ignore many physical attacks.
That was how it could still fight someone like Madam Cold Fang.
"You cockroach," she said coldly, launching dozens of ice blades that curved through the air. "Even cut in half, you still crawl."
"And you are just a cold woman who could not even kill a dead man properly!" the spirit screeched back.
They collided again.
Madam Cold Fang raised her arms and unleashed a vast technique.
"Freezing Embrace of Boreas!"
The sky darkened.
An enormous illusory figure appeared, formed entirely of ice Qi. It was a giant bearded man, his eyes like frozen stars. He spread his arms wide, trapping the Evil Mountain Spirit between them, then inhaled deeply.
HUALA
When he exhaled, a world of frost poured out.
