Chapter 5132 — The Snow Sword Sect Council
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"I don't care. Release them or kill them, whichever is more convenient for you—it makes no difference to me." Lin Dongfang looked utterly indifferent.
"Then we release them?" Xin Yi'an ventured cautiously. Strictly speaking, Bing Wushuang and his companion had come looking for trouble, and by the rules of the Ancient Little Jianghu, killing them outright would have drawn no objection. But that would mean tearing all ties with the Snow Sword Sect—after all, neither Bing Wushuang nor Xue Jianming was a nobody within that sect. Unless it was absolutely necessary, Xin Yi'an had no wish to make the enmity too deep.
"Fine." Lin Dongfang answered offhandedly.
"Good. I'll have them carried out at once, so as not to disturb Senior Lin's peace." Xin Yi'an heaved a sigh of relief. Had Lin Dongfang been less accommodating and insisted on killing them both, he would have been utterly helpless, and that would have been a disaster—not only would he have offended the Snow Sword Sect to the death, but afterward even the elders of his own Cangwu Sect of Beidao would have blamed him. He would have pleased no one.
The two were promptly dragged away like dead dogs, and once the news spread, not only the Snow Sword Sect disciples but every trial disciple of the Ancient sects was thrown into an uproar. Bing Wushuang and Xue Jianming were both famous figures in the Ancient Little Jianghu—to be beaten into such a state was truly jaw-dropping.
At last, after who knew how long, Xue Jianming drifted back to consciousness. In the very instant his mind cleared, a fierce pain that had lain dormant burst through his entire body, and he drew in a sharp breath and howled in agony.
Yet worse was still to come. After the searing pain swept over him, he found he could not stand at all, and the moment he forcibly circulated the true qi within him, the pain multiplied several times over—an exquisite torment that made him wish for death.
"W-what's happening to me?!" Enduring the piercing agony, Xue Jianming struggled and tumbled clumsily off the bed.
Then from somewhere behind him came a voice utterly devoid of emotion: "To crawl up even with your meridians broken like that—so this so-called foremost Foundation Establishment expert of the Ancient Alliance is not entirely worthless after all."
"Uncle-Master Bing?" Only then did Xue Jianming realize he had at some point been moved back into a room. And there in the shadows of the corner behind him, a figure sat leaning at an angle—none other than Bing Wushuang.
Bing Wushuang said nothing, sitting quietly in the shadows, his whole body still radiating a bone-chilling coldness. Yet it was nothing like the domineering air he had shown before; instead he had become somehow more sinister and cold.
"Uncle-Master Bing, those wretches dared to treat me like this—you must stand up for me..." Xue Jianming's words broke off as he suddenly froze.
He had not witnessed the scene in which Lin Dongfang destroyed Bing Wushuang's dantian with a single punch, but he was not blind. He could tell well enough how wretched Bing Wushuang's condition was now. That right hand bent at a grotesque angle was clearly ruined beyond repair, and Bing Wushuang's whole bedraggled state mirrored his own of before—from head to toe, it was unmistakably the sign of a shattered dantian.
"That old man is unfathomable. I am no match for him." Bing Wushuang's tone still betrayed not the slightest ripple, but the eyes beneath the shadow held a distinct trace of venomous hatred.
From the day he had mastered the Heartless Ice Force until now, he had never suffered such a crushing blow. He had never imagined that this departure from the Ancient Alliance would land him on an iron plate and leave him crippled. If he did not harbor resentment after that, he would not be human.