Chapter 67: The Cold Wind Rises—Between Life and Death, Who Offers Shelter?
“Teacher.”
The moment the pale blue domain appeared, the terror and despair on Hei Qin’s face instantly transformed into delight and excitement. He knew his teacher had arrived—his life was now secure.
“So what if you’re a God of War? I told you, you will die!”
Luo Han, tall and as broad as a tower, cast a cold glance at Hei Qin. With a sudden step forward, pale blue flames erupted from within his body, gradually solidifying into a suit of battle armor, three inches thick, forged entirely from those azure flames.
Boom!
As Luo Han moved, the pale blue energy swirling around him pulsed violently. His flame armor quivered, and his once-dark eyes had turned a deep blue-green. A terrifying heat exploded forth, as though the surrounding pale blue energy were being melted by the scorching fire.
Luo Han strode forward, step by step, toward Hei Qin. The blue domain seemed to be torn open by brute force, leaving a passage in his wake. After a dozen strides, Luo Han was barely three meters behind Hei Qin.
“Today, you will die!”
Luo Han’s face was solemn as he exhaled slowly. His broad hand stretched out, and a strange, deep blue-green flame appeared in his palm, gathering into a massive sphere half a meter in diameter. The temperature radiating from this sphere was so intense that the pale blue energy nearby began to tremble and ripple.
“Let’s see if your God of War teacher can save you!”
A cold sneer played at Luo Han’s lips. Veins bulged at his temples like writhing worms—it was clear he was exerting his full strength in this blow!
The delight on Hei Qin’s face vanished, replaced by terror. He had never expected Luo Han to dare make a move. As the heat surged behind him, Hei Qin’s hair—already scorched and withered from Ke Bei’s blazing inner energy—began to burn.
“No!”
Hei Qin howled, frantically slapping at his own head, his fear reaching an extreme as he felt his body begin to melt. He had always thought himself ruthless and mad, but Luo Han was ten times more terrifying—ten times more insane! Just for making his sister shed a few tears, Luo Han would disregard his own status on the Azure Dragon List and kill him!
Even more outrageous, Luo Han dared to make a move within his teacher’s own domain!
“How dare you! Luo Han, do you still acknowledge my presence?”
A cold voice rang out. The pale blue energy around them surged violently as a middle-aged man in a purple robe appeared. He glanced coldly at Luo Han, feeling the searing heat that filled the air. His brows furrowed as he drew his hand from his wide sleeve.
Boom!
The man’s slightly parted fingers grasped at the air towards the blue-green sphere Luo Han had hurled. The pale blue energy surged like raging waves, instantly enveloping the sphere. The terrifying heat vanished in a breath, and Hei Qin felt a cool breeze. He wiped cold sweat from his brow, his body trembling as he stumbled behind the middle-aged man.
“Apologies, but no, I do not acknowledge you. For a God of War to strike at a junior like me—don’t you find that shameful?”
Luo Han’s rugged face was tinged with pallor as he caught his breath, but his eyes met those of the middle-aged man without the slightest hint of fear or retreat—composed and undaunted by the other’s status.
“Young man, you are far too arrogant.”
The middle-aged man’s face remained calm, though his brows creased ever so slightly.
“I think I should do your teacher a favor and teach you what it means to respect your elders.”
Hei Qin’s teacher was a mid-ranked God of War. He glanced at the trembling Hei Qin and slowly extended a finger. With a seemingly casual flick, a blue blade of energy shot forth, striking the blue-green battle armor on Luo Han.
Crack—crack—crack! The sound was crisp as fissures spread rapidly across the armor, spiderwebbing over its entire surface in a single breath.
“I respect my teacher, and I honor the Way. But what are you?”
Luo Han cast a glance at his cracking armor, then smashed his fist into his chest. Instantly, the armor shattered.
“What am I? Hahaha… I am someone who could crush you like an ant at any moment!”
Hei Qin’s teacher, the mid-ranked God of War Liu Mubai, darkened, shooting Luo Han a cold look.
“You dare?”
Luo Han’s face stayed resolute and unflinching. Taking a bold step forward, he stared straight at Liu Mubai and spoke.
“Kill you? Of course not. I couldn’t afford to provoke your father…”
Liu Mubai, draped in his purple robe, smiled with apparent nonchalance, but a flash of malice flickered deep in his eyes.
“But teaching you a lesson, showing you the value of humility—that much I can do.”
He raised his hand, and the pale blue energy rippled instantly.
“Haha, then do it. No need for all this empty talk! Even if you don’t act, my old man will come visit you himself. Your precious disciple made my sister cry—do you know what she means to my father?”
Luo Han took another step forward, staring Liu Mubai in the eye, his deep voice resonant.
At the mention of Luo Han’s father making a personal visit, Liu Mubai’s expression shifted. He glanced at Hei Qin, still shuddering behind him, and a nameless rage flared in his heart.
Smack!
A resounding slap landed hard on Hei Qin’s cheek, sending him flying. His left cheek swelled instantly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
“I can forgive you for losing once, twice, even three times… But if a single brush with death makes you lose your nerve, how can you call yourself my disciple?”
Already irked by the threat of Luo Han’s father, Liu Mubai was further infuriated by Hei Qin’s trembling form.
“Teacher, I was wrong!”
Hei Qin fell to the ground from Liu Mubai’s slap. He dared not complain. Instead, his trembling heart was shocked awake by the blow. Ignoring the blood at his lips, he walked slowly to Liu Mubai, bowed deeply, and spoke with sincere humility.
Liu Mubai nodded slightly, then turned to look at Luo Han.
“Take your sister and leave. I will not pursue this matter today.”
“Heh—not ‘will not pursue,’ but ‘do not dare,’ isn’t that right?”
Luo Han let out a contemptuous laugh, shot Liu Mubai a cold glance, and turned to walk toward Luo Ling.
“Let’s go. I have a way to save him.”
Luo Han’s thick brows knit with worry as he looked at Luo Ling, who clung to Ke Bei, her tears soaking her clothes, her face haggard. A trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and he spoke gently.
“Mm.”
Luo Ling did not look up. Her gaze never left Ke Bei’s body. Hearing Luo Han’s words, she slowly lifted Ke Bei, nodding numbly.
“Wait!”
Just as the three prepared to leave, Hei Qin’s voice rang out.
“You two may go—but he stays!”
Hei Qin’s eyes were cold and venomous as a snake, fixed on Ke Bei in Luo Ling’s arms.
“Never!”
Luo Ling bit her lip and shot Hei Qin a cold glance, her parched lips barely moving.
Hei Qin frowned, turning to look at his teacher.
“Teacher, I must kill him! I must!”
Hei Qin’s voice was fierce with determination. He could do nothing to Luo Han or Luo Ling, but Ke Bei? Ever since Ke Bei had escaped last time, leaving Hei Qin coughing blood from frustration, Hei Qin had sworn to kill him.
Liu Mubai, still in his purple robe, regarded the murderous Hei Qin with indifference. Without a word, he turned and flicked his sleeve.
Instantly, the pale blue energy became a giant hand, wrenching Ke Bei from Luo Ling’s arms. At the same time, the energy formed a thick wall, pushing Luo Ling and Luo Han out of the domain, leaving only Ke Bei behind.
Luo Han and Luo Ling were protected by their father—Hei Qin had no power to harm them, and even Liu Mubai dared not touch them.
But Ke Bei? Both Hei Qin and Liu Mubai saw him as someone who could be killed with a flick of the wrist.
As Hei Qin approached, grinning savagely at the skeletal, barely breathing Ke Bei, the latter remained unconscious, oblivious to how close he now was to death.
A cold wind rose. In this life-and-death moment, who would shield him?
P.S. Today, the author had a full day of classes—sorry to have kept everyone waiting. Please add to your favorites and recommend, so the author has the motivation to keep going!