### Chapter 2: Demon Empress Frost North Snow (12)
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“Living brings pain, dying brings bliss!”
“Living brings pain, dying brings bliss!”
“……”
In no time, the crowd in Ling You Palace, including nearly a thousand slaves, sat cross-legged, chanting those eight words repetitively as if it had become some kind of spell.
This bizarre behavior lasted only about ten seconds before something truly horrifying happened.
Their chests burst open just like the unfortunate fishermen who met their demise on the island, splattering bl**d and broken organs everywhere, turning the surroundings into a scene straight out of a hellish nightmare.
Even Ren Dan, before she shuffled off this mortal coil, wore such a serene expression that it seemed she was actually headed for paradise. The crowd of dark figures reported no signs of panic or fear as d*ath loomed imminent!
Poor Fatty, standing in a sea of bl**d and guts, looked like he’d just stepped out of an extreme horror film—he was covered head to toe in sticky bl**d like he just took a good, thorough bl**d bath.
What he just witnessed was far too shocking and terrifying; he stood there in a daze, his mind completely blank, even forgetting to run or scream.
“Boom!”
When the sea chart on the stone slab turned a bloody crimson, the sound of thunder accompanied it, and the slab suddenly split open, revealing another realm.
This newly revealed circular space wasn’t large at all; it featured a gigantic stone hand cradling a red orb that appeared to be filled to the brim with human bl**d.
As the stone door swung open, that red orb began to shake violently, and a bl**d-red light beam shot skyward, piercing through the top of Ling You Palace, boring through the underground palace’s ceiling, and shooting straight up into the air.
This spectacle lasted a full minute.
The few survivors in the underground palace were immobilized as if under a spell, unable to move.
Only after the light beam gradually faded into thin air did they regain control of their bodies.
Wiping bl**d from the corner of her mouth, Luo Ying glanced at White Peach, who appeared equally battered but still alive, and forced a bitter smile.
At that moment, she couldn’t help but wonder why Flowerless Palace had made such a grand spectacle, achieving their goal at the cost of so many lives. What was the point of this extravagant “firework display”?
But just then, the bizarre transpired—the ceiling above the underground palace vanished completely, revealing an endless expanse of azure sky.
A red light beam, crackling with countless electric arcs, surged through the clouds, racing into the great blue above.
In the farthest reaches of Luo Ying’s vision, there lay a vast expanse of pure white clouds, within which was a gigantic black void, surrounded by several white-robed celestial beings flitting about.
Clearly, these beings were utterly unprepared for the arrival of the red pillar of light.
Some of them were struck head-on by the rapidly rising beam, disappearing in an instant like wisps of smoke.
The remaining ones panicked and scattered in every direction.
The red beam next surged into the black void, shaking fiercely as it collided, emitting blindingly bright red light.
Luo Ying instinctively lowered her head and closed her eyes.
Only after the red light dissipated did she realize, with astonishment, that the black void in the clouds had vanished as if it had never existed.
However, on closer inspection, traces of the red beam flying through, tearing apart the faint white clouds could still be spotted.
As the scene finally concluded, the surroundings reverted to the subterranean palace’s pitch-black rocky ceiling.
Though she couldn’t fathom what all of this meant, when she saw White Peach nearby, tears streaming down her face in utter devastation, she gritted her teeth and reluctantly stowed away her dark light sword.
Why had Flowerless Palace been willing to sacrifice so many lives to achieve their aim? There had to be some grave secret behind it all.
She needed an explanation, but not right now.
Meanwhile, Fatty was madly fleeing from the main hall, repeatedly retching in a corner, when he finally wiped his nose and tears and started to regain his wits.
However, his brain was still a muddled mess, as chaotic as ever.
What he had just witnessed was insane—his second personality had inexplicably become immensely powerful. Even Frost North Snow, who just defeated the Great Palace Master and was riding high on her victory, humbly bowed down after a slap!
This simply exceeded all his understanding.
What in the world was happening?!
“Great Palace Master, you lied to me!
Why didn’t you take me with you?!”
White Peach shouted, pressing her hands against her face, tears streaming from her fingers, “The sisters of Flowerless Palace are all dead! How can I go on living alone?!”
She grabbed a kn*fe, intending to end it all.
Luo Ying was so startled she hadn’t even found her voice before a swift figure appeared before her, kicking the kn*fe out of White Peach’s hand.
It was the Male Character.
Luo Ying wanted to step forward but felt an unprecedented explosive aura radiating off him.
She instinctively froze in place, hesitating to approach.
The Male Character before her was neither the same spirit as before nor the talkative version she knew—who on earth was he now?
“You can’t d*e yet!”
the Male Character said bluntly, “I need to take you away.”
White Peach glared at him, suddenly bursting into laughter, “You finally showed up, but it’s too late.
We’ve all seen it; the hole in the sky is firmly blocked up. Isn’t that right?”
“That’s why I need you.”
“Are you asking me to be the scapegoat?”
White Peach slowly stood up, “You won’t get anything from me.”
The Male Character said, “I have many ways to make you comply.”
He glanced at the nearby Black-Clothed Woman and ordered, “Frost North Snow, take care of these two—alive.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Luo Ying was taken aback; the moment her dark light sword was unsheathed, Frost North Snow’s black silhouette was already before her, mercilessly pressing the Black Wind Sword against her throat.
She was utterly powerless to resist!
With a swift grab, Frost North Snow snatched the dark light sword, instantly wielding it like a pro.
Luo Ying stood frozen, her thoughts racing. She suddenly realized she might never surpass the Cold Moon Witch in her lifetime.
“Fatty, come here!”
Frost North Snow spoke coldly.
Fatty looked up blankly, bewildered at who was calling out his nickname at such a moment.
Upon recognizing it was Frost North Snow, his heart sank, feeling a little guilty and not daring to approach.
“I’ve heard you two have been having secret meetings in Sky Sword City. Is that true?”
Fatty, “……”
“No, that’s absolutely false! Someone’s spreading rumors!”
Fatty quickly backpedaled, denying everything.
But Frost North Snow seemed uninterested in giving him a chance; with a flick of her hand, a black flag brutally ripped through his knees, causing him to scream in agony, nearly losing consciousness.
Meanwhile, Luo Ying, drenched in cold sweat, found herself bound like a pretzel by the flagpole, having lost nearly all combat ability.
The Male Character nodded. “You did well.”
Frost North Snow smiled, “I’ll handle White Peach as well.”
“Alright, you arrived right on time. Although we couldn’t completely stop them, at least we did our best,” the Male Character sighed, finally letting down the last shred of his caution.
