As leaves swept over on a large scale, students who could no longer hold on suddenly felt strength return to their bodies with the frost's arrival, enabling them to counterattack. After repelling demons, they gasped heavily, joyful despite the cold: "Someone's come to save us!"
Other students heard this and also felt that healing power, showing excitement in their eyes as they shouted: "It must be people from outside coming to rescue us!!"
They fought even harder against the demons.
"Can only go all out!"
Seeing Lin Mo getting closer, Su Xiaoyu suddenly gritted his teeth, his expression fierce. Without thinking further, he swung his fist, sending a frost-wrapped punch toward the opponent's face.
"Overestimating yourself!"
Feeling the force, Lin Mo also reacted, casually swinging his blade to meet the fist, sneering: "So what if a master came? Just a healer!"
"Die, little beast."
He looked at Su Xiaoyu with some satisfaction—it was your crazy sister who forced me onto this path, the path for those without talent—getting involved with the Ancient God Cult.
The three trainee Dragon Hunters wanted to get up and rush over, but it was already too late. The butterfly-trimmed girl shot several feathers, but hitting the opponent's shield only created ripples.
The Sun Wukong male student was injured most severely, with a deep wound on his thigh. Without these frost leaves... he couldn't even stand up.
The few people nearby, including the fighting students, glimpsed this scene and could only sigh for him, buying time for their group until that medic arrived—the situation would definitely reverse.
"Su Xiaoyu, I'll never laugh at you for being a simp again! Hold on, man!" This was a male voice, unclear who shouted it.
"If you can't get the girl later, fine—I'll marry you!"
"Su Xiaoyu, I want to be your brother!!"
...Many such voices.
Perhaps prayers and gratitude were a hero's final reward.
After all, the gap was so huge—mid-tier warrior versus mid-tier War General spanned an entire major stage. Everyone thought Su Xiaoyu was doomed.
At this moment, the Sun Wukong masked male student seemed to see something and suddenly relaxed completely, showing an ugly smile as he leaned against the nearby Zhu Bajie.
She had arrived.
Just as the blade was about to cut Su Xiaoyu, a figure covered in snow appeared behind Su Xiaoyu. A crisp sound of metal clashing rang out.
"Clang!"
Frost qi covered the sparks, a huge roaring sound came from where the two swords met, like the rumbling of an avalanche!
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"
Frost splashed open, air currents mixed with white mist rushed in all directions like countless vicious dogs. Whether demons or students could only see white everywhere.
"Who? Who are you?!" Lin Mo retreated several steps, clearly feeling the tremendous force from his hands as he quickly asked.
Seeing the figure before him, Su Xiaoyu was stunned, then foolishly said: "Little Whirlwind... sister."
The figure before him wore a cloak covered in thick snow, the Little Whirlwind mask showing pupils emitting faint blue light, holding the sword the girl beside him had just dropped.
"Get these people out quickly! There's no time—Divine Descent is about to begin."
"There's an even stronger head referee over there. I don't know what he's doing now, but he should arrive soon!"
Su Jiu glanced at him and shouted coldly, standing up to slash at Lin Mo. As her black robe was torn, frost moons swept up, sword gleams eerie and full of cold intent—before moonlight arrived, a cold gleam came first!
"Crescent Moon Sword Technique!"
Though without Hungry Ghost's enhancement, Su Jiu's understanding of this sword technique had reached minor achievement, more than enough to handle Lin Mo who rarely fought.
"Such fast swordwork! Even those prodigies who specialize in sword cultivation are only this good, right? Su Xiaoyu called her sister—could she be..."
Seeing these cold gleams, Lin Mo was shocked and wanted to counterattack, but found he was mostly hitting frost qi. The real sword was hidden in the frost, causing several bone-deep wounds on his chest and shoulders, making his face extremely ugly.
If the opponent had been holding a beast weapon with special properties, he'd already be a corpse.
Su Jiu didn't pause, following with another frost slash toward his face. Her sword momentum was continuous—sometimes full moon direct strikes with accumulated force, sometimes hidden moon with sword concealing sword.
Full moon, new moon, half moon, crescent moon, quarter moon!
"You are Su Jiu?!"
While retreating, Lin Mo spotted the black skirt hem under the black robe, suddenly looking at the pupils in the mask and asking in a low voice.
Having little combat experience and purely relying on consuming treasures to advance, he was naturally beaten back repeatedly. The sword techniques of ancient sword god families were no joke.
...
"What just rushed through?!"
"What's this situation? Did Su Xiaoyu cause it?"
"No—someone's sword-fighting that mid-tier War General!"
Ice shards stabbing their skin only let them barely see what was happening ahead, but the scene before them was utterly shocking.
"Clang clang clang!"
In the thick fog, blades and sword shadows, emerald and blue sword gleams interwove. The petite black shadow nimbly dodged and weaved, constantly pressing Lin Mo. When the wind and snow cleared slightly, someone discovered the situation inside.
"Is that Little Whirlwind?"
Mo Hanzhi was first to shout out. She had too deep an impression of Little Whirlwind—every time that Sun Wukong had something, he'd glance at her.
She thought it was her imagination, but seeing now, it definitely wasn't. This Little Whirlwind was their leader.
Now someone guessed Little Whirlwind's identity. If Tang Monk was Lu Xin, then this person was—"Lord Su!" As this title rang out, everyone present thought of that aloof figure.
"Don't just stand there! Quickly clear the demons and get out of here!" Su Xiaoyu rushed out of the fog zone, shouting around with some urgency. "Divine Descent is about to begin! There are others behind us—run quickly!"
Hearing this, everyone's bodies shook. After clearing nearby demons, not daring to linger, they quickly ran toward the gap about three hundred meters away.
With Su Jiu's participation, the three Dragon Hunters rejoined the battle, and Lu Xin's pressure decreased considerably, allowing her to catch her breath. Looking toward Su Jiu's side, she was already completely dominating Lin Mo.
She finally understood the source of that woman's injuries on the train, couldn't help but sigh: "Is this a Night Watchman? Representative of Dragon Country's strongest individual combat power! No wonder she could complete the Siren mission."
Facing the praise around her, Su Jiu's expression was extremely grave. She now had only one goal—defeat the opponent. Time was running out—Divine Descent was about to begin!
And no support had appeared outside yet—what exactly had happened?!
Where was Dad!
...
Outside the venue, judges' seats.
"Everyone don't move rashly!"
The scene was now chaotic, even surrounded by the Enforcement Hall. The entrance and exit passages to the exam inside were locked for unknown reasons, and many light pillars suddenly broke through the top layer, shooting skyward.
Seeing the huge light pillars made many participating judges show irritation and fear.
This was one of the judges whose children were still in the exam venue. He angrily shouted at the Enforcement Hall personnel blocking him: "Quickly break open the venue! Why are you people blocking me?!"
Ignoring the chaos behind him, Su Xingguo squinted at Director Yan standing with hands behind her back, seriously questioning: "Director Yan, did you call the Enforcement Hall people?"
"That's right."
Yan Fang looked over, but her eyes no longer held previous respect—more of some inexplicable pride. She quietly looked at the light pillars, expression calm:
"Mayor Su, you seem to have understood something all along? And your daughter has disappeared too."
Scanning the strange atmosphere of the surrounding Enforcement Hall, Su Xingguo didn't dare act rashly. Listening to what she was saying, according to Su Jiu's explanation, there should be some moles here.
This Director Yan's depth was unknown, plus the moles—he couldn't handle so many.
Both were at the front of the judges' seats, looking at the frosted glass below, seemingly isolated from the judges and Enforcement Hall people behind.
"Know what?" Su Xingguo asked without changing expression.
"Nothing much. You'll know shortly."
Yan Fang took a pager-like device from another bag, quietly looking at the text on it, showing a faint smile.
[(Shadow One) Me: Stop chasing that Su Jiu. Capture the Liu Lin I arranged to go in. She has my locator—ensure she's in the Divine Descent zone.] 10:58
[Shadow Four: Already captured. Three S-grade bloodlines gathered. Divine Descent begins in 3 minutes.] 11:05