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Chapter 939 - 911: Frost, Unseal!

Chapter 939: Chapter 911: Frost, Unseal!

Frost is different from Red Moon.

On the Holy Mountain, because Red Moon couldn’t find a true Fitter, most of the time it was treated like an ordinary weapon, allowing disciples to use it freely.

After all, they couldn’t unleash Red Moon’s true power anyway.

But Frost was different.

Ever since An Qing was young, she had shown an extraordinary compatibility with Frost, and only then did the elders gift her the sword. Coupled with An Qing’s remarkable talent, this eventually secured her position as the Saint Heir.

It wasn’t just because her strength was the greatest of this generation; it was also because she was the rightful master of Frost Sword.

On the Holy Mountain, Frost Sword was more than a weapon—it carried a special significance.

This sword had been wielded by the founding patriarch of the Holy Mountain.

Thus, Frost Sword could not be allowed to suffer the slightest damage or mishap.

When An Qing first began wielding Frost, the elders had placed a seal on it to protect her.

Because the true Frost possessed an unimaginably terrifying power.

Likewise, if its master’s strength wasn’t sufficient, this dreadful weapon could lead to horrifying consequences.

For instance... a rampage!

"Ah!!"

The moment Frost’s seal was lifted, an incredibly chilling force erupted from the blade’s body.

Its frost was nothing like Red Moon’s killing intent-induced cold.

Frost’s cold was utterly pure.

It was the simplest, most primal... cold.

Cold as frost—this was Frost Sword!

An Qing felt her arm verge on shattering under the unbearable chill emanating from Frost.

But a fierce determination drove her to grip Frost tightly, refusing to let go.

Those nearby, feeling the astonishing cold, instinctively retreated without the slightest hesitation.

This wasn’t fear; it was a reflex—human instinct to avoid harm and the unknown.

Because this terrifying chill genuinely ’hurt’ them.

Even the upper-tier Mysterious Level youth was no exception, choosing to step back temporarily.

He could sense that this horrifying power would be a formidable challenge, even for him.

This sword... it was Frost!

"Ah!!"

A surge of agony burst forth from An Qing’s body. She felt a will not her own invade her, as if trying to erase her consciousness entirely.

This wasn’t Frost’s intention; it was Frost’s instinctive reaction.

The cause of this was clear—An Qing’s strength was far too weak, while Frost’s power was far too overwhelming.

Clenching Frost tightly, An Qing’s eyes turned completely white, her pupils seemingly vanishing.

A voice echoed continuously in her mind.

"Do you crave power? Crave to kill them? Then become the true Slaughterer—kill them all, kill everything in this world. You are... the true Slaughterer!"

Blood seeped from the corner of An Qing’s mouth, but she gritted her teeth and forced out each word through sheer willpower.

"I... am! An Qing!"

"Boom!!"

Frost Sword’s aura erupted entirely. The surrounding trees instantly became coated with a thin layer of frost, and the temperature of the entire forest plummeted to a shocking degree.

"It’s bad! She’s released Frost Sword’s seal—it’s already out of control!"

"What should we do?"

A group of Holy Mountain disciples looked grimly at An Qing, who was clutching Frost Sword and emitting terrifying energy.

"Kill her!"

The upper-tier Mysterious Level disciple hesitated briefly before his expression turned cold and he spoke decisively.

"Kill her..."

"You heard me right! I said kill her!" He declared coldly. "All disciples, listen up. An Ze has completely lost control. Besides, the elders instructed us before we left—our only priority is to retrieve Frost Sword. As for her life, it doesn’t matter!"

"Now that both An Ze and Frost Sword are out of control, the only thing we can do is kill her!"

"Exactly! She’s already betrayed us; she’s no longer our fellow disciple. Killing her—what difference does it make?"

"Kill her!"

"Kill her!"

Echoing cries for An Qing’s death erupted among the Holy Mountain disciples, as if they were no longer aiming to slay a former comrade, but rather a rampaging monster.

"I... am... An..."

"Kill!"

"Kill her!"

In her mind, the chilling voice of slaughter continued to reverberate as An Qing fought desperately against its will. Just then, the external cries of "Kill!" once again pierced through her ears.

"Kill!"

"Kill them!"

A group of Holy Mountain disciples, now red-eyed and consumed by their killing intent, surged toward An Qing. True Qi flared as various weapons slashed down, targeting the immobilized An Qing clutching Frost Sword.

At that moment, An Qing suddenly lifted her head and released a piercing scream.

"Ah!!"

The scream was sharp enough to feel like it tore through eardrums.

And in An Qing’s eyes, the last remnants of her pupils faded completely.

Her eyes transitioned entirely to white, with faint traces of icy blue light shimmering within them.

"Whoosh—"

Frost swung abruptly, and an icy Sword Qi swept outward from An Qing in all directions.

What followed was an utterly horrific scene.

The group of Holy Mountain disciples who had intended to surround An Qing froze instantly at the strike.

In the next moment, they all lowered their heads in shock and discovered that half of their bodies had suddenly separated from the other half.

Even more chilling was that where their bodies had been severed, not a single drop of blood flowed.

Because their bodies had been completely frozen the moment they were cleaved.

It was as though a perfect body-separation surgery had been performed.

"Splurt!"

One disciple collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth as his pupils dilated in disbelief at the suddenness of his death.

What was even more unbelievable was that the one who killed him was none other than the female disciple he had dismissed as a spent force.

"This... this is impossible!"

The upper-tier Mysterious Level disciple who hadn’t yet struck stood frozen in place, staring in shock at the scene unfolding before him.

He couldn’t comprehend how An Qing—with so little True Qi remaining and at only the beginner stage of her Mysterious Level—could instantly unleash such terrifying power.

He was frightened.

Truly frightened.

Turning, he prepared to escape, to flee to the elders for safety.

But as he turned, he saw that, at some undetermined point, a figure had already appeared before him.

In his final moments, the last thing he saw was a pair of icy blue eyes.

"What... what kind of monster have I unleashed?"