Chapter 182 – Flying Snow Battle Silences Today's Clamor (Four)

As the chaotic battle gradually clarified, the dozen or so prisoners began to show signs of exhaustion.

Ye Kuang observed all of this, growing increasingly anxious inwardly. If this group were wiped out, he would have to face over a dozen opponents alone.

At that point, no matter how formidable he was, escaping unscathed would be impossible.

With this in mind, Ye Kuang prepared to counterattack.

Unexpectedly, a melodious and enchanting Xiao performance suddenly swept in from afar, causing everyone to halt their movements involuntarily.

The flute’s melody stirred the soul at times and enchanted the senses at others, like the murmurs of a young girl—filled with sorrow, longing, weeping, and lamentation—awakening long-buried memories in all who heard it.

Some resisted, their faces contorted with struggle, while others became utterly lost in its spell!

Witnessing the crowd begin to dance as if bewitched, Ye Kuang felt as though he were seeing ghosts.

“What are you standing there for? Waiting for them to surround you?”

Just then, a voice—hoarse yet delicate, ethereal yet icy—suddenly whispered in his ear.

Ye Kuang shuddered in fright, then without a second thought, swiftly leaped past the three flailing figures.

For a moment, he considered settling the score from that previous punch, but the circumstances were different now. His objective was already accomplished, and lingering would only invite unforeseen complications.

As his figure drew closer to the mountain path, one such complication indeed arose.

Boom—Hummm!

In an instant, a resonant hum, like the tolling of a morning bell or an evening drum, pierced the sky. The deafening sound roared in their ears, stunning all who heard it.

The crowd trembled as if struck by lightning, their ears ringing incessantly, their expressions still dazed.

But when they recalled the embarrassing acts they had just performed, their faces turned increasingly grim.

“Roar! Roar! Roar!”

“Damn it!”

“Who was it?!”

Yuan Jiaxiong listened to the chorus of furious roars, his lips twitching involuntarily. Gnashing his teeth, he spat out the words: “The… Formless… Xiao… Tone… Technique!”

“Heh… After so many years away from the world, I never expected anyone would still recognize the name of this old one’s mysterious art.”

As these words echoed, an elderly woman holding a Silver Flute slowly ascended the mountain peak, gradually coming into view.

Her silver hair was tied with a purple Sleeve Ribbon, framing a face that, though aged, still glowed with vitality. Her cold, clear eyes shimmered like rippling waves, unable to conceal the beauty she once possessed.

She was none other than the current Sect Lord of the Xiao Yin Sect, Ling Yun’s Honored Master!

At the sight of her, Yuan Jiaxiong’s face darkened instantly. “It’s you! Leng Qianxun!!”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but stare blankly at the elderly woman, a chill running through his body.

Leng Qianxun: “What are you staring at? Leave quickly.”

“Right, right…” Snapping back to reality at her words, Ye Kuang turned to flee the scene.

But how could Yuan Jiaxiong let his prey escape so easily? He roared, “Trying to run? It won’t be that simple!”

No sooner had he spoken than Yuan Jiaxiong lunged forward, his entire body transforming into a speeding arrow.

In response, Leng Qianxun let out a cold laugh. With a flick of her wrist, her Sleeve Ribbon shot out as if from thin air.

Its speed was comparable to lightning.

In the blink of an eye, it reached Yuan Jiaxiong, startling him so much that his face paled. He then threw dignity to the wind, tumbling to the ground in a desperate dodge.The Sleeve Ribbon continued its relentless trajectory, piercing straight through to the end of the corridor and embedding itself into the trunk of a large tree!

Witnessing this, the crowd couldn’t help but turn pale.

The reason was simple: who would have thought that a ribbon made of soft material could transform into such a lethal weapon?

At this moment, Yuan Jiaxiong abruptly stood up, clearly enraged beyond measure.

Had Yuan Jiaxiong not dodged in time earlier, the consequences would have been all too predictable.

In contrast, Leng Qianxun paid no heed to the astonished expressions around her. With a mere flick of her wrist, the segment of the Sleeve Ribbon swiftly retracted, coiling around her right arm like a supple serpent.

Simultaneously, the large tree split into two halves in the blink of an eye.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Seeing this, even Ye Kuang was no exception—he too was visibly startled by the Sect Lord of the Xiao Yin Sect’s thunderous methods.

Leng Qianxun: “Let this old woman see who dares to lay a hand on him!”

Her icy voice abruptly echoed in all directions, instantly plunging the entire scene into an eerily deathly silence.

If not for the occasional sounds of collision between Xiao Cangtian and Elder White-Brow, one might have mistaken the place for a realm of absolute stillness.

For a moment, remarkably, even the dozens of Innate realm experts present—including Ma Jiaying and Yuan Jiaxiong—dared not underestimate Leng Qianxun’s words!

Seeing this, Ye Kuang immediately turned to leave.

But unexpectedly, two elders quietly approached from the front—one to his left, the other to his right—one tall and fat, the other short and thin.

Ye Kuang inevitably halted, his expression turning vividly complex.

Just from their attire, it was evident that both elders hailed from beyond the frontier.

The elder on the left appeared tall and fat, dressed in thin garments of a deep, abyssal hue that seemed to devour all light like a black hole.

The elder on the right was somewhat short and thin, forming a stark contrast to his counterpart.

The two elders slowly passed by Ye Kuang on either side but suddenly stopped and turned their heads toward him with expressionless faces.

In that moment, under their piercing gazes, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but feel as if he had no secrets left.

“Seniors, is there something you need?”

“No.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang didn’t relax his guard in the slightest—instead, his entire body tensed like a coiled spring.

Leng Qianxun: “Well, well, if it isn’t Zhu Ganglie and Little Trunk.”

Tall-and-Fat Elder: “Old hag, who are you insulting?”

Though the Short-and-Thin Elder’s expression remained unchanged, his bell-like eyes betrayed immense fury.

Leng Qianxun: “Zhu Ganglie, how dare you call this old woman a hag!”

Short-and-Thin Elder: “Can’t accept your age? Calling you an old hag is giving you face.”

Hearing this, the Tall-and-Fat Elder also wore a cold smirk, as if in full agreement.

Leng Qianxun was clearly infuriated by this. Though her advanced age was a fact, what woman would willingly hear such remarks?

“You two old scoundrels are nothing but a clumsy giant and a dwarf.”

“Then what are you? An old lady or an undying fossil?” retorted the Tall-and-Fat Elder.

The Short-and-Thin Elder added venomously, “In my eyes, she’s just a shameless old crone.”

Hearing this, Leng Qianxun abandoned her earlier composure. Extending both arms, she moved to strike without another word.

Whoosh, whoosh!

At a glance, two ribbons darted forth like agile serpents, weaving along winding paths as they launched a fierce assault simultaneously.

The onlookers had initially assumed the three experts would continue trading insults, but who could have guessed they would resort to violence at the slightest provocation?One by one, they couldn’t help but think: the raging wind and torrential rain, even the season of swirling snowflakes, could not compare to the shifting of human hearts amid gentle whispers. If the storm’s fury is inevitable, then only a blizzard of conflict can silence today’s clamor!