"Why should you trouble yourself with petty thieves, my husband?"
Zhao Qi chuckled softly, but her hands showed no mercy. A wave of cold air emanated from her body, and in an instant, the surrounding plants froze into blocks of ice.
The dozen or so knights, in their terror, turned into ice sculptures.
"Let's go!"
Li Yunjing shook his head, knowing these people were completely dead.
This path was their own choice; Zhao Qi's ruthlessness couldn't be blamed.
"Husband, they said three groups of cultivators entered the Holy Mountain. What does this mean?"
As she followed Li Yunjing forward, Zhao Qi asked.
"Five years ago, I made a plan at 'Seven Stars Peak', aligning with the 'Beidie Sect' to engage in a conflict with the 'Tianlang Barbarian Race'."
Li Yunjing chuckled softly, "Maybe this is something the 'Beidie Sect' did."
The two traversed the frozen grassland towards the direction of the Barbarian Holy Mountain.
