Chapter 835: West Wind Withering Snow, Completely Abusing the Grandmaster

Chapter 817: Xi Feng Diao Xue, Completely Abusing the Zong Shi

Xi Feng Diao Xue descended, and the chilling wind swept through the heavens and earth, transforming into sharp blades of ice that tore at the fabric of reality. The snowflakes, imbued with the power of Xi Feng Diao Xue, fell like ethereal white feathers, each one a deadly weapon capable of penetrating bone and flesh. This desolate and chilling aura caused the expressions of countless warriors to change drastically, and the bodies of many weaker cultivators shivered uncontrollably, feeling as if their blood were about to freeze.

Zhuo Yi's eyes widened in disbelief. He had anticipated that the power of Xi Feng Diao Xue would be terrifying, but he had never imagined it would reach such a level. Even he, a Zong Shi realm expert, felt a deep chill in his bones, a sense of awe and trepidation.

"This... this is impossible! How can he possibly control Xi Feng Diao Xue to this extent?!" Zhuo Yi roared, his voice filled with shock and fury. Xi Feng Diao Xue was an ultimate move, an ability that should only be accessible through a powerful Bingling, not something that a mere human could control and unleash so easily. Yet, the scene before him defied all logic and understanding.

Not only Zhuo Yi, but also the other Zong Shi realm experts present were equally stunned. Their eyes were fixed on Feng Hao, their faces a mixture of disbelief and awe. This was a power that surpassed the boundaries of what they thought possible.

In the face of Xi Feng Diao Xue's terrifying power, Zhuo Yi knew he had to fight back with all his might. He unleashed his martial spirit, a colossal iron bear, and enveloped himself in a protective aura of true essence. The iron bear roared, its massive claws slashing at the incoming snowflakes, trying to shatter them before they could reach him.

However, the snowflakes of Xi Feng Diao Xue were not ordinary snow. Each one carried immense power and sharpness. As they clashed with the iron bear's claws, they didn't shatter but rather carved deep gashes into the metallic hide. The iron bear roared in pain, its movements becoming sluggish and uncoordinated.

Zhuo Yi felt the pressure mounting. The relentless assault of Xi Feng Diao Xue was chipping away at his defenses, and the chilling cold was seeping into his body, numbing his limbs and making it difficult to channel his true essence. He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with desperation.

Feng Hao stood in the eye of the storm, his expression calm and serene. He controlled the flow of Xi Feng Diao Xue with effortless grace, his movements precise and fluid. It was as if he were a maestro conducting a symphony of ice and wind, every snowflake and gust of wind obeying his command.

He extended a hand, and the snowflakes around him converged, forming a swirling vortex of white. The vortex expanded rapidly, engulfing Zhuo Yi and the struggling iron bear within its icy embrace. The chilling wind intensified, and the snowflakes became sharper, tearing at Zhuo Yi's protective aura and causing him to cry out in pain.

"Ahhh!" Zhuo Yi's roars of pain echoed through the battlefield. He was being relentlessly assaulted by the power of Xi Feng Diao Xue, his true essence draining rapidly as he desperately tried to fend off the attack.

The other Zong Shi realm experts watched in stunned silence. They had never witnessed such a one-sided battle between two Zong Shi realm experts. Feng Hao was not just fighting Zhuo Yi; he was completely dominating him, crushing him with overwhelming power.

Suddenly, Feng Hao's eyes flashed with a cold light. He lifted his other hand, and a massive ice spear materialized in the air, shimmering with an ethereal glow. The spear was imbued with the full power of Xi Feng Diao Xue, and it radiated an aura of absolute destruction.

With a powerful thrust, Feng Hao sent the ice spear hurtling towards Zhuo Yi. The spear pierced through the vortex of snowflakes, moving with astonishing speed and precision. Zhuo Yi's eyes widened in horror as he saw the spear approaching. He tried to dodge, but the chilling cold had numbed his body, making his movements sluggish and ineffective.

The ice spear struck Zhuo Yi square in the chest, piercing through his true essence protection and his flesh. A blood-curdling scream erupted from Zhuo Yi's lips as he was sent flying backward, the ice spear embedded in his chest.

He crashed onto the ground, a large crater forming beneath him. He lay there, motionless, his eyes wide with disbelief and pain. The ice spear in his chest pulsed with a cold light, radiating the chilling power of Xi Feng Diao Xue.

The battlefield fell silent. The only sound was the chilling wind of Xi Feng Diao Xue whistling through the air. Everyone stared at the fallen Zhuo Yi, their hearts pounding in their chests.

Feng Hao walked slowly towards Zhuo Yi, his expression unchanged. He stood over the fallen Zong Shi, his eyes reflecting the swirling snowflakes around him.

"You underestimated me," Feng Hao said in a calm voice, his words carrying a chilling weight. "You thought you could bully me because I was young. But you were wrong."

Zhuo Yi coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes fixed on Feng Hao. He wanted to speak, to plead for mercy, but the chilling cold and the pain from the ice spear made it impossible.

Feng Hao raised his hand, and the ice spear in Zhuo Yi's chest pulsed with a blinding light. The power of Xi Feng Diao Xue intensified, spreading through Zhuo Yi's body, freezing his blood and his organs.

Zhuo Yi's eyes widened in terror as he felt his body freezing from the inside out. He let out a final, agonizing scream before his body went rigid, frozen solid in a block of ice.

The silence on the battlefield was deafening. A Zong Shi realm expert, a peak cultivator in the Da Xia Dynasty, had been defeated and killed by a young man who had just entered the Zong Shi realm.

The other Zong Shi realm experts stared at Feng Hao, their faces pale with fear. They had witnessed Feng Hao's power firsthand, and they knew that they were no match for him. This young man, who had seemed so insignificant just moments ago, had proven to be a terrifying force of nature.

Feng Hao turned his gaze towards the remaining Zong Shi realm experts, his eyes cold and indifferent. The chilling wind of Xi Feng Diao Xue continued to blow, carrying with it the scent of blood and death.

"Who's next?" Feng Hao's voice was calm, but it sent shivers down the spines of the remaining Zong Shi realm experts. They looked at each other, their faces filled with fear and uncertainty. They knew that they were in a desperate situation. Fighting Feng Hao would be suicide, but retreating would mean losing face and admitting defeat.

One of the Zong Shi realm experts, a man with a scar across his face, stepped forward. He was trembling slightly, but his eyes were filled with determination.

"Feng Hao," he said, his voice hoarse, "we admit defeat. We will leave and never bother you again."

Feng Hao's gaze lingered on the scar-faced Zong Shi for a moment before he slowly nodded. "Very well," he said. "But if you ever cross me again, you will suffer the same fate as Zhuo Yi."

The scar-faced Zong Shi and the other remaining Zong Shi realm experts breathed a sigh of relief. They quickly gathered the bodies of their fallen comrades and retreated from the battlefield, their backs to Feng Hao, their hearts filled with fear and humiliation.

The battlefield was silent once again. Feng Hao stood alone amidst the swirling snowflakes, his figure tall and imposing. He had defeated and killed a Zong Shi realm expert, proving his immense power and establishing himself as a force to be reckoned with.

From that day on, the name Feng Hao was whispered with reverence and fear throughout the Da Xia Dynasty. He was no longer just a talented young cultivator; he was a powerful warrior, a master of Xi Feng Diao Xue, and a man who could kill a Zong Shi realm expert with ease. His reputation spread like wildfire, and the world held its breath, wondering what other feats this young man would accomplish.