Eine eisige Aura

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The person behind him clearly hadn't expected that Pang Wan couldn't move his legs. He grabbed Pang Wan and dragged him forward without saying a word. Pang Wan was pulled so hard that he couldn't control his center of gravity and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ouch!" she couldn't help but cry out in pain.

At her shout, the light inside the cave returned. She raised her chin and looked closely. He Qinglu was holding a torch and looking in her direction.

Perhaps it was because of the candlelight, but his amber eyes shone with an eerie brightness.

Before he could even say hello, a large hand quickly grabbed his collar from above. Pang Wan felt his body lighten, and he was suspended in mid-air with his toes off the ground. It turned out that the person behind him had already leaped onto the cave wall.

She was about to protest, suggesting at least change her position, when she heard a clang as an arrow flew swiftly past her cheek and upwards.

With a dull thud, the large hand that was hooking her trembled, and Pang Wan swayed along with it.

"Don't hurt my senior brother!"

She screamed in a panic, her whole body tensing up.

Are you sure that's your senior brother?

He Qinglu put down the purple-gold bow in his hand, his lips pressed tightly together, his face expressionless, revealing the fierce aura of a young master.

Pang Wan looked up in confusion and was taken aback.

The person carrying her should be a Southern Barbarian, but he is not.

Or rather, she had never seen the Southern Barbarians like that before.

The voice was his, and the features were seven-tenths similar to his, but the man was dressed in rags, and the blood vessels all over his body were bulging and throbbing, making his skin almost transparent. Countless blue-purple vines meandered and climbed his body, as if he were some kind of mutated unknown creature, making people tremble with fear at just one glance.

She suddenly remembered Guan Zhong's words: "A monster has come to the prison."

Seeing her stunned expression, the person above her glanced at her with a hint of malice, then tightened his grip and quickened his pace, resolutely pulling her upwards.

"Let go!" Jin Diluo suddenly sprang out from his ambush, his cold sword flashing straight at him.

The Southern Barbarian was furious. He had intended to spare the two men, but they were so oblivious to his fate that they refused to accept his mercy. Without a word, he swung his sword forward, and with a clang, the cold sword was broken in two and fell into the abyss. It only had time to bubble twice in the molten lava before it heroically met its end.

Even though Jin Diluo was a veteran of countless battles, he couldn't help but be taken aback: This was a precious sword forged from ancient black iron, how could it be so easily cut down by a human's palm strike?

He dared not be negligent and immediately mustered all his strength to launch an attack.

The Southern Barbarians calmly and methodically prepared for battle.

With his left arm around Pang Wan, he fought Jin Diluo using only his injured right hand, and surprisingly, quickly gained the upper hand. Pang Wan stared in astonishment at all this, truly surprised. When did her senior brother's martial arts become so invincible?

With a tearing sound, a large chunk of flesh was ripped out of Jin Diluo's arm by the Southern Barbarians, leaving a gruesome sight with tendons and skin intact.

"Senior brother, stop!" The overwhelming stench woke Pang Wan.

The Southern Barbarian did not obey. His eyes were already bloodshot, his whole body was filled with murderous aura, and he let out a beast-like roar.

Bang! A golden arrow pierced through the air.

The Southern Barbarians didn't care about grabbing it with their bare hands; such hidden weapons were a piece of cake for them.

However, the arrow underwent an incredible transformation the instant it touched his skin—it suddenly split into five, and several indestructible steel nails pierced through the palm wind with lightning speed, embedding themselves in the chest of the Southern Barbarian.

Pfft! Pfft!

Unable to avoid it, the Southern Barbarian swayed and stumbled down the cave wall while holding Pang Wan.

Release them.

He Qinglu stood looking down at the spot, his moon-white robe spotless.

He gazed calmly at the Southern Barbarians, as if he were examining a filthy monster.

Nan Yi sneered as he got up from the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and began to pull out the steel nails from his body. With a series of soft popping sounds, his chest swelled up rapidly as if it had absorbed a waterlogged sponge, and all the steel nails were forced out. There were only five shallow white marks on his torso, and not even a drop of blood was shed!

"Young Master! He really is a monster!" Jin Dilu slid down the cave wall, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He Qinglu frowned, put down the bow in his hand, and took out a silver soft sword from his waist.

"Young master, please don't!"

A flash of cold light passed before her eyes, and Pang Wan, who had almost been knocked unconscious, finally regained consciousness. She subconsciously opened her arms and stood in front of Nan Yi like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

He Qinglu was taken aback, then pursed her thin lips.

His jawline was taut, and his knuckles were pale. At this moment, he was filled with great anger, which he was only able to suppress by his years of upbringing.

Pang Wan could sense the other party's anger without even looking—her senior brother had scratched the other party's capable hand, and she wouldn't let anyone punish him. With that stingy and petty nature of Bin, wouldn't he be furious?

"Young master, please let me say a word to my senior brother."

Unfortunately, she had a deep bond with the Southern Barbarians, so she had no choice but to plead for them.

He Qinglu remained silent with a cold expression.

Pang Wan thought to himself, "So you've tacitly agreed," and turned to look at the Southern Barbarians.

"You think I'll lose to him?" Nan Yi saw her looking at him intently and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

—No, I'm afraid you might lose control and kill them all.

Pang Wan dared not reveal her true thoughts, but gently advised, "Senior brother, I am currently injured and unable to move around easily. Young Master He has kindly allowed me to recuperate here, and they are treating me very well, so you don't need to worry."

She originally wanted to add, "They are not bad people," but then she thought that they really weren't bad people, and that she and the Southern Barbarians were the "bad people" in the eyes of the world, so she gave up on that idea.