Invincible Soul Emperor

Chapter 862: Chapter 862: You’re Finished

As soon as the two stepped onto the snowfield, before they had a chance to marvel at the scenery before them, a strange sight in the distance captured their attention.

In the vast expanse of snow, countless figures stood densely packed.

These people were dressed in snow-white long robes, making them stand out distinctly, and their attire was all embroidered with a lifelike Snow Wolf, identifying them as people of the Xue Family.

The people of the Xue Family carried an imposing air, as if they naturally blended with this icy realm.

Their eyes were intense, piercing like ice, and each of them emitted a fierce aura.

Leading them was a tall figure, clad in a silver-white long robe, with robe corners flowing in the wind.

His face was resolute, a kind of indomitable majesty emanating from his brow, with sharp eyes that seemed to penetrate all.

He also wore a longsword at his waist, the sheath adorned with a few blue gemstones, gleaming brightly under the sunlight.

The rest of the Xue Family disciples stood tall, holding various weapons—long spears, bows and arrows, short swords—clearly trained as elite warriors.

Every movement was in perfect unison, their stance revealing strong discipline and combat readiness.

There wasn’t a hint of a smile on their faces, only cold expressions and decisive, ruthless auras.

The Xue Family’s troupe seemed like a moving ice wall, exuding a chilling killing intent, causing a shiver to run through those who witnessed it.

From a distance, Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao could clearly feel the oppressive presence, as if the whole world grew heavy under their imposing demeanor.

Ye Qingchen’s gaze steadied, quietly telling Xue Zhao, ”It seems these people’s target is clear; they’re coming for us. I guess they must be Xue Wei’s men.”

Xue Zhao gripped her weapon tightly, a trace of coldness flashing in her eyes, ”I haven’t seen these people in the Xue Family, very likely a specially trained force of Xue Wei. They’ll surely stop at nothing, we’ve got to be careful.”

Ye Qingchen nodded, his heart readying for battle.

Standing side by side, they faced the direction of the Xue Family, their eyes resolute.

As the distance shortened, the Xue Family’s team seemed increasingly grandiose, their breathing and footsteps gradually distinct, as if a battle song echoed in the silent snowfields, foretelling an inevitable showdown.

Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao silently adjusted their states, prepared to respond to the impending confrontation.

The leading man drew nearer, his appearance and demeanor growing clearer.

This tall, imposing man appeared about twenty-five years old, with a resolute face, a kind of indomitable majesty in his brow.

His facial features were prominent, sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, a high nose bridge, and thinly pursed lips, all exuding a cold aura.

His eyes were sharp like a hawk’s, seemingly able to discern all, his gaze exuding an imposing aura of unquestionable majesty.

His long hair was bound at the top with a silver tie, engraved with an intricate Snow Wolf Totem, signifying his status.

He wore a silver-white long robe, with flowing robe corners, appearing both elegant and authoritative.

The robe was embroidered with complex patterns and the Snow Wolf emblem, highlighting his noble standing within the Xue Family.

At his waist hung a longsword, its sheath adorned with several blue gemstones, shining brightly under the sun.

The sword emitted a fierce aura, clearly an extraordinary Divine Weapon.

The man’s hand lightly rested on the sword’s hilt, as if ready to draw and fight at any moment.

Xue Zhao carefully observed the man, suddenly, a familiar figure from her memory surfaced—Ah San, who was beside Xue Wei.

The leading man’s features were somewhat similar to Ah San’s, especially his commanding aura, unmistakably alike.

Xue Zhao couldn’t help but huff coldly, it was surely Xue Wei behind these people.

At this tense moment of confrontation, an excited shout came from behind Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao.

Wu Chang unexpectedly burst into a fit of joy, his eyes fixed on the Xue Family’s men, a twisted smile crossing his face.

”Haha! You’re finished, Ye Qingchen, Xue Zhao!” Wu Chang’s voice was shrill and excited, as though he was already seeing victory beckoning him.

He struggled fiercely, nearly freeing himself from Ye Qingchen’s hold, ”These are Lord Xue Wei’s men, you can’t escape!”

Wu Chang’s face was twisted with insane jubilation, his eyes glinting strangely, like a drowning man suddenly seeing a lifeline.

He waved his hands desperately, calling out to the leader and his followers, ”Hey, you guys, come save me! I am Wu Chang! Save me, save me! These two little bastards have captured me!”

Wu Chang’s voice echoed across the vast snowfield, his cries making the surrounding atmosphere feel increasingly tense.

His body trembled violently with extreme excitement, his eyes filled with fervor and hope.

Wu Chang’s face showed a nearly pathological delight, convinced that Xue Wei’s men would rush over to save him, leaving Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao with nowhere to hide.

The leading man coldly glanced at Wu Chang, his brows furrowing, but did not immediately respond to Wu Chang’s call.

He turned his gaze back to Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao, his eyes filled with scrutiny and chill.

Ye Qingchen clasped Wu Chang’s shoulder firmly, quietly saying to Xue Zhao, ”These people are definitely not here to rescue Wu Chang.”

Xue Zhao’s eyes showed a flicker of caution, she spoke in a low voice, ”Indeed, the way he looks at Wu Chang, he doesn’t even recognize him. It seems Wu Chang isn’t that important to Xue Wei either.”

Wu Chang continued to scream, his voice growing sharper, ”You guys! Come save me! These two little bastards deserve death for daring to capture me!”

The leader finally showed a hint of impatience, gesturing to his men to prepare for battle.

Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao immediately went on alert, the atmosphere between the two sides suddenly tense, like a powder keg ready to explode.

Wu Chang’s shouting and the leader’s icy stare intertwined, saturating the snowfield with a charged, combative air.

Ye Qingchen stood motionless, taking a deep breath, suppressing his internal turmoil, and asked in a deep voice, ”What exactly are you here for?”

The leader’s face twisted into a cold sneer, his gaze icy, carrying an unquestionable authority.

He stepped forward slowly, his voice deep and confident, ”What are we here for? It’s simple, we’re here to take your lives.”

The leader’s tone was unhurried, yet the contained killing intent made one shiver with fear, his eyes glinting coldly, as if he could already see the corpses of Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao.