Chapter 5: Demon Empress Frost North Snow (5) (Extra Update)
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Suddenly, a bunch of stone statues of all sizes appeared in the underground palace, throwing the Flowerless Palace crowd into a chaotic free-for-all!
At this moment, Lin Nan and his three companions were pinned against the stone wall, stuck like holiday hams with no one to bother them.
Though they couldn’t speak,
the desperation in their eyes screamed louder than words, a throbbing desire to survive.
Fixed in their perspective, the four could only catch glimpses of their Flowerless Palace disciples tangled up with the stone statues in a brawl.
After all, stone statues are still stone—apart from their weapons going all funky, their bodies remained as fragile as grandma’s favorite teacups under stress. Once they got smashed, there was no way to put them back together again.
After losing a few of their own, the disciples quickly figured out the trick to taking these statues down.
They started targeting the statues’ feet, the pillars that held up their significant bulk. If they managed to completely shatter one foot, the entire hunk of stone would slow down, maybe even flop like a wet noodle.
With this strategy, they actually managed to push back the towering, threatening stone giants, making their chances of winning look better by the minute.
Meanwhile, outside Ling You Palace,
the Great Palace Master floated elegantly like a shooting star around the stone giant. Every time she struck, she chipped off a chunk of the giant’s body like it was made of marshmallows.
The giant was so huge and built like a brick house; even though he was losing limbs right and left, it didn’t really slow him down much.
“Boom! Boom!”
That was the sound of the stone giant smashing its fists against the ground, trying to hit the Great Palace Master, but she ducked and dodged like a champion at a carnival, making it look embarrassingly easy.
From her perspective, the giant was still too slow.
And the Flowerless Palace was skilled in recovery spells.
As long as they weren’t dead instantly, they would keep popping back into the fight like whack-a-moles.
In contrast, for every statue that got wrecked, that was one less for the giant’s side.
From Lin Nan’s observations, there were no functioning statues left in the underground palace, and the other permissions granted to him felt about as useful as a screen door on a submarine.
Sure, there were traps galore, but most of them were scattered in the outskirts away from the main hall, while the core combat area—the Ling You Palace—was completely trap-free.
That was understandable; after all, Ling You Palace was the heart of the underground, a temple for sacrifices. Setting traps there would probably land someone a reputation for being disrespectful to the divine.
So…
he was left with only one trick up his sleeve.
This was his last ace, and he had to win to save everything.
Just then, as Lin Nan hesitated,
the battle between the Great Palace Master and the stone giant was reaching its climax.
Even though the giant was immune to spell damage,
the Great Palace Master’s physical attacks were still pretty broken, and with her swift movements, the giant couldn’t even graze the edge of her dress. He was just flopping around like a big, silly pig, only able to leave massive craters in the ground as proof of his struggles.
But honestly, who could blame him?
His opponent was the best of the best from the Flowerless Palace across a millennia.
Plus, the Great Palace Master was rarely seen, usually playing recluse and avoiding troubles outside. So people just thought the Flowerless Palace ranked somewhere mid-pack among the Seven Great Sects, known more for their unique herb-growing techniques than their battle prowess.
Little did they know, even if the Heavenly Sword Sect’s Ling Xiaozu showed up in person, he’d probably just tie with the Great Palace Master.
“Crack! Crack!”
With a blinding flash, the giant’s right knee was lopped off,
and his massive form fell with a thud, unable to get back up.
“Roar…”
He bellowed in frustration at the sky,
but what awaited him was a sword beam that sliced through the air, chopping his head into neat, boxy chunks that cascaded like confetti from his stone body.
And just like that, the stone giant was no more.
Fatty was utterly dumbfounded; that little flicker of hope he had just managed to conjure was vanishing like mist at dawn, poof! Gone.
Warrior powerhouses, Luo Ying and White Peach—who had once wiped out countless monsters together—now looked like washed-up actors, desperately wide-eyed but unable to claim the spotlight.
They were swimming in frustration, unable to showcase their skills, on the verge of losing their minds.
Watching the Great Palace Master effortlessly collect her long sword in mid-air, poised to glide back into Ling You Palace for more merciless slaughter,
Lin Nan knew he couldn’t wait any longer.
During the fight in the Small Thousand World with the Heavenly Sword Sect,
he had saved Ru Yu and received a temporary summoning skill as a reward—a total of three uses, with two still left.
The only downside? The summoning time was under 30 minutes.
He needed to make it quick.
If he could take down or subdue the Great Palace Master swiftly and hand over command of the Flowerless Palace to the Second Palace Master, then this precious summoning skill wouldn’t go to waste.
After all, with the system locked down tighter than a drum, the fact that this skill could still be activated was simply overpowered.
At this moment, the bulk of the statues in Ling You Palace had been cleared away by Ren Dan and the others.
It turned out their emergence was just a minor delay in the massacre, nothing too harmful.
A new wave of bloody slaughter was about to unfold.
Meanwhile, the four of them stood around like soulless puppets, wide-eyed spectators with no way to stop the Great Palace Master.
Just as Luo Ying, White Peach, and Fatty sank into total despair,
for some inexplicable reason, delicate snowflakes began to drift down in the previously barren underground space.
Everyone froze for a moment, including the Great Palace Master herself.
The underground palace, after all, was deep below ground, with a heavy rock ceiling overhead, where the only light came from glowing gems embedded in the walls and flickering torches lining the paths.
It was supposed to be an isolated bubble away from any weather changes, and yet these falling snowflakes shattered all logic.
It was as if some powerful, mysterious force was about to make its grand entrance,
with everyone from the Flowerless Palace standing still, glancing around nervously, fearful of unusual enemies popping up unexpectedly.
The Great Palace Master landed gracefully on the statue giant’s remains, gazing up at the white snowflakes swirling in the air, slowly reaching out her hand as if she were a Southern girl seeing snow for the first time, her eyes wide with curiosity and delight.
As she watched a small cluster of snowflakes melt in her palm, she suddenly burst into laughter.
“After all that calculating, I still didn’t account for one little thing.”
With a swish of her white skirt, her gaze shifted to some spot in the air,
where a thick mass of black shadow was wriggling and gradually morphing into a strikingly beautiful black-clothed woman, looking down on everyone like they were mere ants.
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P.S. You guessed it right. I feel so unaccomplished.
