The howling blizzard tearing across the jagged crags of the ridge was instantly smothered beneath an overwhelming wave of frantic frenzy.
Bing Wuxian's maddened screech tore through the clouds like an executioner's horn.
Across the wind-scoured plateau, three thousand elite female swordswomen of the Mystic Water Sect and the entire Water Dragon Legion moved as one monstrous tide.
Their ceremonial cerulean robes whipped violently in the gale as they surged forward, eyes wide with horror and unbridled fury at the sight of the flayed faces and the severed head of Xun Xie'er resting in the ground.
Thousands upon thousands of rapiers cleared their scabbards with a deafening metallic screech.
