The dog-licking villain only wants to be doggy, and the heroine doesn't follow the routine!

Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian exchanged a glance, their hearts skipping a beat.

They all said together, "Frosty sky and frozen earth."

At this moment, Qiu Baihen stood on high ground with a smile on his face: "Wine Jar, it's been a long time."

The old drunkard looked up, utterly shocked.

"Chou Baihen!? You...you're not dead!?"

Qiu Baihen laughed loudly: "I will enjoy every surprised expression on your faces. Ah, you are really amazing. At your age, you can still fight even when protected by the Cold Extreme Cover. You are really something!"

The drunkard angrily said, "It really surprises me that a scoundrel like you has survived to this day."

Qiu Baihen was overjoyed: "Many old friends are hoping you all die, but you guys are really damn good at living, refusing to die no matter what. Tell me the truth, is it because you didn't want me to develop the art of immortality, so you developed some strange skills to prolong life yourselves?"

The old drunkard snorted.

"It seems you came prepared today."

"You deliberately stirred up all this trouble to lure out the higher-ups at Skynet, and as you wished, I'm out. Aren't you happy?"

The old drunkard laughed heartily: "I'm very happy. If the opponent is you, then I'll just do what I did back then and let you die again."

Qiu Baihen said, "I could have waited, but unfortunately..."

He shook his head: "The Heavenly Dao Diagram can't be calculated anymore. Ha, Lu Chengwen forced me to show myself early and fight you all again. But the martial artists of today are not like those of the past. So many people can't take down an old man like you."

He took off his cloak, which the woman beside him caught.

"Looks like I'll have to do it myself."

At that moment, a man turned around and said loudly, "Lord! That's not what we said before!"

Qiu Baihen said, "I didn't know before that you couldn't even take down a discounted old man! You are all my subordinates, and you have worked hard to achieve what you have today. I don't want you to die in vain at the hands of a drunkard."

The man gritted his teeth: "We've been raising an army for a thousand days, but we're only using it for one. Give us another chance!"

Qiu Baihen frowned: "There will be casualties."

"We are not afraid!" another said. "The era of the Five Elders should end with us!"

Qiu Baihen sighed and glanced at his watch: "Fifteen minutes."

The man raised his arm and shouted, "Fifteen minutes! History will be changed in these last fifteen minutes! If you have guts, follow me!"

The drunkard clenched his fist: "These bastards."

An even fiercer and more frenzied offensive is coming.

The drunkard alone fought against a group of top martial artists!

He had knife wounds on his back and several holes in his chest, from which blood gushed out.

But his eyes remained sharp as knives.

But his breathing... was labored.

He felt his heart pounding violently; it was the accelerated heartbeat caused by excessive physical exertion and energy output.

He, who never admits to getting old, is really tired and exhausted today.

His mistakes began to increase, and many opponents who should have been killed with one punch survived because of his unstable breathing, and immediately launched a counterattack after a short adjustment.

Qiu Baihen stood on the treetop, smiling, cracking sunflower seeds: "Drunken Old Man, what a nice name. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was a kind old man. It's a pity that your bedtime stories will have to be told by others from now on."

The woman sneered, "It seems that there's no need for the master to take action; he has no strength left."

Qiu Baihen looked at the woman, his expression stern: "Never! Underestimate! The Fifth Elder! Remember this!"

The woman immediately bowed respectfully: "Yes, Your subordinate will remember."

Qiu Baihen smiled slightly: "Except for those whose heads have been cut off or smashed."

Long Aotian rushed over: "Senior, we'll protect your rear. You need to find a way to break this extreme cold shield."

Zhao Ritian also said, "Yes, our defense and recovery are not bad, we can hold out for a while."

The old drunkard laughed heartily: "Are you afraid of me? Do you think I'll die?"

Long Aotian said earnestly, "The Frost Sky is so cold, even we feel like we can't breathe under its weight. Senior, you..."

The old drunkard said, "Lend me your fire."

Long Aotian was taken aback: "This...how do I borrow it?"

The drunkard said, "Zhao Ritian, give us one."

"Did you teach us?"

"No, it's your own second-rate Emperor Fire."

"That's great, I haven't learned it yet."

Zhao Ritian roared, "Crimson Emperor's Heaven-Burning Flame! Activate!"

call--!

"Long Aotian, give me my wine gourd!"

"Yes!"

The drunkard took the gourd of wine and took a sip.

The Crimson Emperor's Heaven-Burning Flame instantly covered the mountains and plains.

Zhao Ritian was also anxious and held back without any restraint. He wished he could turn all his true energy into flames to break through the Frost Extreme Cover!

Everyone was shocked.

At the top, Qiu Baihen frowned and looked at the Cold Extreme Cover, which had already begun to fluctuate.

He muttered, "Damn it."

The drunkard took a big gulp: "Hahaha, warm! Refreshing! My heart moves as I please, like wildfire spreading across the plains; with a single thought, heaven and earth can be boiled and the sky burned!"

boom--!

All the Crimson Emperor Burning Heaven Flames fluctuated violently in an instant!

The drunkard suddenly rushed out, his fingertips tracing a path, and the Burning Heaven Flame, following the drunkard's guidance, burned all the way, like a line of fire, drawing a beautiful, fiery red arc in the air!

All attacks were repelled in an instant.

No one can get close, no one can resist!

Like a god who controls fire, the drunkard raged wildly and arbitrarily on the battlefield, drawing fire lines that resembled magnificent graffiti within the Frost Barrier. These fire lines crisscrossed and burned, and many people's weapons were forged in two.

Some people were struck by the fire mid-air and were cut in half at the waist.

The two pieces of the body fell to the ground, still burning, still scalding hot.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhao Ritian's eyes widened and his mouth gaped open.

He finally witnessed just how ruthless and terrifying a true master of fire control could be.

Qiu Baihen watched coldly as his side suffered rapid casualties in the battle.

The drunkard controlled the fire with both hands, truly achieving the ability to move at will, guiding the flames to become even more violent, yet beautifully outlining various patterns on the battlefield.

Qiu Baihen shook his head:

"Damn it, I gave him a chance and he just... and he did this again."

The woman was surprised: "It seems the Cold Extreme Mask has no effect on him?"

Qiu Baihen said unwillingly, "If it weren't for the Frostbite Cover, most of these people would have died long ago."

Qiu Baihen leaped to his feet: "Old Drunkard! I've come to meet you!"

Qiu Baihen rushed forward, and the drunkard shouted, "Come on!"

simple.

Their spelling was so simple that it surprised everyone.

Two behemoths, two legendary monsters, top-tier experts who, to ordinary people, seem to exist only with cheat codes.

There were no fancy moves or counter-moves, no preamble or probing; it was a direct clash of palms.

Strangely, the exchange of blows between the two was almost silent.

However, in the next instant, a violent energy spread outwards.

One ice and one fire.

It was as if the Frostbite Cover had been split into two hemispheres in an instant.

The people suffered terribly.