After being exiled for eighteen years, the prince returned to the capital as a veritable immortal.

A man needs a face, and a tree needs its bark.

Wu Zhidao made up his mind.

He asked Zhou Yi for a few pointers, just to go through the motions and that would be his job.

He wasn't that stupid to break ties with the dynasty and kill the imperial grandson.

"Father, no!"

Wu Yun stepped out from behind the guards and blocked Zhou Yi's path.

"Yun'er?"

Wu Zhidao's eyes lit up, and he asked with concern, "Where have you been these past few days? How did your fellow disciples die?"

Everyone couldn't help but be surprised.

The young sect leader of the Qingyun Sect had mysteriously disappeared.

Many disciples also perished.

Zhu Anshi's face darkened, and his hands involuntarily clenched into fists.

Wu Yun hesitated for a moment, then his expression hardened.

He pointed at Zhu Anshi and said:

"It was Zhu Anshi. He asked me to persuade my father to join the Mahayana sect, but I resolutely refused."

"Therefore, he handed me and my seven fellow disciples over to the Mahayana sect, which caused them to become evil spirits."

"I was fortunate enough to be saved by His Highness Prince Yi."

"Father, His Highness Prince Yi is my savior, we can't repay kindness with enmity!"

The square was quiet.

Wu Zhidao turned around and looked at the sect leaders.

Of the thirty-odd people, only a handful showed expressions of shock.

Zhu Anshi scoffed, "That's pure slander!"

Immediately, a chorus of agreement arose:

"Yes, that kid Wu Yun must have been bribed by the Grandson of the Emperor to frame the Alliance Leader!"

"Wu Zhidao, if you capture the Imperial Grandson Si, the Martial Alliance can pardon your son for attacking the Alliance Leader!"

"Sect Leader Wu, do not be deceived by bad people and fail to distinguish between good and evil!"

……

At this moment, Wu Zhidao's mind was as clear as a mirror, and he finally saw through everything.

It turns out that many sects have already aligned themselves with the Mahayana sect.

It's no surprise that the Qingyun Sect, unwilling to compromise its principles, faced significant ostracism within the Martial Arts Alliance.

He was chosen to fight against the Grandson of the Emperor because they wanted to eliminate dissidents.

Wu Zhidao clasped his hands in a fist salute to the assembled sect leaders, then took a step back to the side and said:

"I apologize to everyone. His Highness Prince Yi saved my son's life, and I, Wu, truly cannot repay kindness with enmity."

Li Yunxiao of the Divine Sword Sect sneered:

"Sect Leader Wu, is this a move to leave the Martial Alliance and join the Great Qian Dynasty?"

Those who practice martial arts despise those who seek refuge with the imperial court.

The other sect leaders' admonitions were laced with strong threats:

"Sect Leader Wu, don't choose the wrong side!"

"Yes, don't make a mistake!"

……

Wu Zhidao shook his head with a wry smile.

He had already realized that if he didn't join the other side, then he would become their enemy.

His path forbids him from associating with Mahayana Buddhism.

"Qingyun Sect has no intention of withdrawing from the alliance, but it cannot attack its benefactor."

After saying that, Wu Zhidao stepped aside.

Faced with the choice between the survival of his sect and justice, he chose justice.

At worst, we can disband the Qingyun Sect as soon as we get back.

"Ha ha……"

"Humph!"

……

Sneers erupted across the square.

The crowd still wanted to attack the Qingyun Sect, but Zhou Yi was already impatient and said:

"Zhu Anshi, you are my only target today. Do you not have the courage to fight?"

Wu Zhidao glanced at Zhou Yi, feeling grateful.

At this moment, the other party challenged Zhu Anshi, diverting everyone's attention to taking advantage of the Qingyun Sect's misfortune.

This prince has an extraordinary demeanor and is indeed destined for great things.

Unfortunately.

Facing more than thirty celestial beings and immortals on the field, he had no chance of escaping alive.

Wu Zhidao turned his gaze to the Medicine King, then shook his head.

Even if the Qingyun Sect and the Medicine King Valley join forces to help, His Highness the Imperial Grandson is still doomed to die.

"Nonsense! How could Alliance Leader Zhu be afraid of a junior like you!"

The Snow Mountain Nun stepped forward angrily, her face cold, and said, "This humble nun is willing to instruct you on behalf of the Alliance Leader!"

Beneath his kind, curved eyebrows, a murderous glint surged in his eyes.

Wow--

Snow Mountain Nun immediately stepped down from the stage.

Among the sect leaders, some looked joyful, while others seemed lost and disappointed.

It would be good if someone took the lead in teaching the Grandson of the Emperor a lesson.

however.

This also means that the position of vice leader will fall to the Snow Mountain Sect.

Zhu Anshi declared that he would go into seclusion for a hundred years.

That means that for the next hundred years, the Martial Arts Alliance will be under the control of the Snow Mountain Goddess.

“Divine Nun…”

After a slight hesitation, the Medicine King said softly, "Since it is a personal grudge, why don't we resolve it ourselves?"

The Snow Mountain Nun snorted coldly and said:

If everyone only cares about their own doorstep, what's the point of an alliance?

Knowing that the other party would not listen to his advice, the Medicine King could only shake his head and give up.

The Snow Mountain Nun, with an air of preaching goodness, said:

"Grandson Si, it's not too late to bow down and admit your mistake to the Alliance Leader."

Zhou Yi glanced at the other person and shook his head in disappointment.

In his vision, black mist was churning within the Snow Mountain Goddess's body, as if she were practicing magic.

The Snow Mountain School's martial arts techniques are known for their purity and sharpness.

The Snow Mountain Goddess has clearly gone astray.

Zhou Yi was too lazy to say anything more and simply beckoned to the other party.

hiss--

This grandson of the emperor is incredibly arrogant.

The Snow Mountain Goddess is over 200 years old, and she advanced to the late stage of the Celestial Realm a hundred years ago.

In terms of seniority, this veteran fortune teller is even above Zhu Anshi.

Even so, the Imperial Grandson of Si dared to let the other party make the first move.

He feared that if the opponent struck out with a palm, he wouldn't even have a chance to make a move.

"Hehe." The Snow Mountain Goddess nun laughed out of exasperation.

This is the first time in two hundred years that she has been so looked down upon.

The young man, barely twenty years old, actually let her make the first move.

After a moment of impulsiveness, she quickly calmed down.

The fact that the opponent was able to shatter the Dao heart of the Vajra Sect Leader shows that they do possess considerable strength.

She was proud and aloof throughout her life, and would never allow such a thing to happen to her.

Then, let's cripple him in one move!

The Snow Mountain Goddess made up her mind.

The question of whether to kill or release the grandson of the emperor, left to the fate of Emperor Si, was left to Zhu Anshi.

"Watch closely, this humble nun is about to make her move!"

A deathly white hand slowly rose and then slammed out.

Under the scorching sun, the temperature in the square dropped sharply.

The dry air was frozen, developing ice-like cracks.

Everyone shuddered and retreated.

Followed by.

A phantom, transparent snow-capped mountain descended from the heavens.

A mountain of ice pressed down, freezing Zhou Yi inside.

Everyone could clearly feel it.

Extremely cold, drawn from the distant north across time and space.

this moment.

It was as if all the cold air in the world had gathered at the very center of the square.

It was imposed on that handsome and dashing figure.

Zhou Yi's hair, beard, face, and python robe... were instantly covered with white frost.

The white frost quickly spread all over his body.

Zhou Yi was frozen into a white ice sculpture.

The ethereal, transparent snow-capped mountains envelop the ice sculptures, yet continue to infuse them with an extreme chill.

hiss--

Snow-capped peaks and extreme ice!

The sect leaders gasped in shock.

The Snow Mountain Goddess unleashes her strongest killing move the moment she strikes.

This move.

The cold air between heaven and earth, seven or eight out of ten of it, was borrowed from here.

Then, drawing upon the imposing presence of the Arctic snow-capped mountains, it is condensed into a space of about ten feet.

It is billions of times colder than the coldest places on earth.

With the expertise of all the sect leaders.

Upon seeing the Snow Mountain Goddess unleash this ultimate move, they could only teleport away to dodge.

Once enveloped by snow-capped mountains, they are completely powerless to fight back.

Under extreme cold, even the circulation of spiritual energy within the body is frozen.

Where is there any chance to turn the tide of the battle?

Si Huangsun, it’s over.

To die, or to be captured alive?

It all depends on the Snow Mountain Goddess's decision.

The members of the Martial Arts Alliance all wore relaxed expressions.

Hu Die gripped the hem of her skirt with both hands.

For the first time, she felt worried about Zhou Yi.