A cold wind howled, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering. It painted a scene of carnage amidst the swirling snow. A young man, wielding a sharp blade and possessing an alluring visage, stared down at the enemy sprawled on the ground. His eyes, as cold as autumn water, held no trace of emotion.,A massive stone plummeted from the sky, hovering in mid-air. A fleeting shadow gracefully descended and landed upon it.,The next second, the man's finger suddenly tapped on Ye Qingtang's brow. A golden ray quietly melted into Ye Qingtang's brow...。