Chapter 19

Hearing Deng Yan make his move, Li Shui behind him was frightened to the point of turning pale.

Seeing that Amu did not wait for Deng Yan to make his move, he immediately moved, forming a claw with one hand and directly grabbing for Deng Yan's throat.

Amu found Deng Yan even more unpleasant than Zhao Xian and was determined to give him a good lesson, so his attack was quite ruthless.

Deng Yan did not expect Amu to dare to take the initiative, and could not help but sneer, "Overestimating yourself."

Immediately, the cold mist in Deng Yan's hand shot out, heading straight for Amu. Moreover, Deng Yan, being cunning by nature, quickly retreated after releasing the cold mist.

He had practiced the Northern Cold School's light body technique, and although his speed was still a bit slower than Amu's, who had practiced diligently in his previous life, he could still retreat three to four yards in one step.

"Ah!" As Deng Yan retreated, he saw the cold mist hit Amu, but Amu did not even shiver, and his speed did not decrease.

"Could he have some protective magical treasure? What protective magical treasure could a cultivation child have?" This thought was immediately rejected by Deng Yan, but Amu indeed did not fear the Cold Condensation Technique.

However, Deng Yan, being a third-stage cultivator, could still activate a few low-level spells.

Seeing Amu approaching, Deng Yan quickly formed seals with both hands, and the cultivation energy in his body transformed into a snow knife, three feet long, a white light flashing like lightning, heading straight for Amu's left shoulder.

Although there was some conflict with Amu, Deng Yan absolutely did not dare to directly attack Amu's head with the snow knife. If he made a mistake and caused a death, even his master could not protect him.

The Northern Cold School's rules allowed minor injuries during sparring, but if a fellow disciple was killed, the lighter punishment would be expulsion from the sect, and the heavier punishment would be the destruction of the soul.

The Snow Knife was a higher-level spell compared to the Cold Condensation Technique, and it was the highest-level spell Deng Yan could currently use. Even ordinary third- and fourth-stage cultivators had to avoid its sharp edge.

"Condensed Snow Knife!" Li Shui exclaimed.

When the Snow Knife appeared, Amu was also startled, thinking it was a spell like a flying sword. Amu did not know if his physical body could withstand a flying sword.

However, seeing that the Snow Knife was heading for his left shoulder without threatening his life, Amu's fighting spirit surged.

"Brat, I'll take a hit from this knife! I will also cripple you." Since Amu did not know how many more skills Deng Yan had, if he had any powerful spells, Amu would not be a match. No matter what, the other party was a third-stage cultivator, and they were not on the same level. Only by taking this hit and getting a close-range opportunity could he defeat the opponent.

Thinking this, Amu gritted his teeth, exerted force with his feet, and charged forward.

In his previous life, Amu had a secret skill called the Three-Step Kill. As long as he was within three steps of the opponent, he could take their life. However, this was for ordinary people. Within three steps, an ordinary person could not take a cultivator's life, but this was Amu's most powerful killing move, and he had to try it.

"Swish—" The Snow Knife hit Amu's left shoulder, but something that made Deng Yan gape in astonishment happened again. The Snow Knife only tore Amu's white robe and, upon touching Amu's body, instantly shattered.

"Ah!" The spell failed again, and Deng Yan could not help but exclaim. The Condensed Snow Knife was a spell that could injure third- and fourth-stage disciples. What kind of physical body did Amu have?

But before he could finish thinking, Amu was already three steps away from him.

The Three-Step Kill, Amu's movements were as fast as lightning, and he was already in front of Deng Yan.

Amu's face turned cold, his left hand formed a palm, the fingertips aiming directly at Deng Yan's heart, and his right hand turned into a claw, grabbing for Deng Yan's throat. Both hands moved with a whistling sound, heading straight for Deng Yan.

The Three-Step Kill emphasized speed, not technique. Within three steps, the goal was to take the opponent's life.

At this moment, Deng Yan had no time to dodge. If it were an ordinary person, one of these two moves would have been fatal.

However, Deng Yan was a third-stage cultivator. Suddenly, in the midst of his busy actions, he activated a red light from his storage bag.

"Amu, be careful, don't touch that! It's a Fire Cloud Talisman Shield!" Li Shui shouted from a distance behind.

The Fire Cloud Talisman Shield was a relatively advanced talisman that Northern Cold School cultivators could use. When activated, it formed a fire shield that enveloped the user, blocking spell attacks and causing damage to the enemy, especially effective against ice spells.

Many Northern Cold disciples often prepared one or two in the sect's small and large exams to counter some low-level ice spells.

However, the Fire Cloud Talisman could only maintain its effect for about fifteen minutes, and only cultivators above the fixed stage could activate it. But the Fire Cloud Talisman Shield was ineffective against spells above the fixed stage, making it a very luxurious talisman for initial cultivators.

Deng Yan had only three due to his master's influence and would not easily activate it unless forced into close combat by Amu.

As soon as the Fire Cloud Talisman Shield appeared, a wave of heat enveloped Deng Yan, like a fire curtain.

Amu instantly felt a dazzling light and heard Li Shui's shout.

But Amu had finally gotten close to Deng Yan, and if he withdrew now, it would be a waste of effort. He would not have such an opportunity again, so Amu would not withdraw.

Gritting his teeth, enduring the scorching heat, Amu roared and charged forward.

"Swish, swish" sounds, the clothes on Amu's arms turned to ashes three inches away from the Fire Cloud Talisman Shield.

However, Amu could not care about this and moved his hands forward.

Deng Yan had never seen such a desperate posture and instinctively retreated backward.

In an instant, Amu's palm and claw hit the Fire Cloud Talisman Shield.

A loud "bang" sounded, and the Fire Cloud Talisman Shield was directly shattered by Amu. Amu's force did not decrease, and although his right claw missed, his left palm directly struck Deng Yan's chest.

"Ahh—" A惨叫, Deng Yan was directly thrown back, and this strike almost cost him his life. Damage to the heart, even for a cultivator, was not easy to recover from.

At this moment, a purple figure flickered, and a middle-aged cultivator suddenly appeared, catching Deng Yan. However, Deng Yan's face was already blue and purple, and he had fainted.

Amu's strike directly injured Deng Yan's heart meridian. The purple-robed cultivator quickly took a red pill from his storage bag and inserted it into Deng Yan's mouth, then used his cultivation energy to catalyze it.

The medicine took effect, and although Deng Yan did not wake up, he was already improving.

"Uncle Zhou!" Li Tong, seeing the purple-robed cultivator, was overjoyed and immediately supported Zhao Xian, rushing over.

"Master! Master—" Zhao Xian, who had taken the pill and was much better, saw his master come and, supported by Li Tong, staggered to the purple-robed cultivator, tears streaming down his face, sobbing uncontrollably, and his nose was also stimulated by cultivation energy, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

It must be said that Zhao Xian's performance was very convincing. If he had wailed, it would have seemed too fake, but his teary-eyed, sobbing appearance, though nauseating to Amu, moved the purple-robed cultivator.

The purple-robed cultivator was Zhao Xian's master, Zhou Yunji, a middle-stage cultivator. Zhou Yunji was a disciple of an elder of the Tongtian Peak lineage, and he was considered to have achieved some success in cultivation, with a good character, but his biggest flaw was favoritism.

Zhao Xian had cultivated a fifth-grade immortal root within two years and stabilized at the first stage of initial cultivation within one year, making him an excellent disciple of the Northern Cold School, whose future achievements would surely surpass Zhou Yunji.

Zhou Yunji had practiced for over two hundred years and was still at the middle stage of fixed cultivation, with no hope of reaching the spirit stage in his lifetime. Therefore, he placed all his hopes on this precious disciple. Zhou Yunji had no children and treated Zhao Xian with great affection, as if he were his own, which led to Zhao Xian's current behavior.

Seeing his precious disciple stagger over, with blood all over his chest, although Zhou Yunji could see at a glance that these were all minor injuries and much better than Deng Yan's, Zhao Xian's continuous sobbing and his pitiful appearance made Zhou Yunji's heart ache.

In an instant, Zhou Yunji's face changed.