At night, the heavy snow cleared, and the cold moonlight was chilling.
The expansive mountain range was draped in a thick layer of white, the snow emitting a cold sheen under the moonlight as clear as water.
Zhang Kui held the Lu Li Sword in a reverse grip, standing with closed eyes in the courtyard, while the candlelight inside the house was dim and the cold wind outside was fierce.
In his mind, the star representing the Demon-slaying Skill slowly ascended, accentuating the unknown darkness.
The Evil Qi Condensing Skill, Nurturing Evil Skill, the Gang Qi Running Mantra... various methods of practicing demon-slaying techniques flooded his mind incessantly.
Zhang Kui abruptly opened his eyes, a surge of murderous intent exploded, scattering the snow on the ground, instantly freezing it into solid ice.
