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Snowman

Under the countless sword energies, not a single Iron Blood Pavilion cultivator survived, nor did anyone manage to escape.

Bloodstains were gradually buried in the wind and snow, and the traces of battle vanished as well.

Chen Feng's avatars did not linger at the scene but rushed to the next battlefield.

This time, he had gathered quite a number of avatars in Icebound Mountain, destined for a bloodbath.

He wanted the people of the Six Realms to understand one thing: the authority of his master was inviolable.

The wind and snow whistled, sharp as knives!

"Honey, why do I feel something's off about Icebound Mountain today? Let's not go in!"

"Useless! Look at your lack of ambition!"

"It is said that fortune is sought in danger! If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger cub? Icebound Mountain is rich in ice crystal stones, which are quite valuable; finding enough resources for a thousand years of cultivation!"

"But…"