Although Xu Fan had heard of the na Cold Essence while being trained by the old undying in the White Crescent, he had never heard of the specific thod of use.
Indeed, even the book that recorded the na Cold Essence did not ntion it...
So, Xu Fan had to use this foolish thod, directly channeling the ice energy into his body bit by bit, and then slowly refining it.
If a master above the level of Entering Dao were to see Xu Fan's current state, they would definitely be shocked.
Xu Fan was wrapped in a thick layer of ice at this mont, like an ice sculpture, entirely devoid of any breath.
Xu Fan's situation was a typical case of overuse!
Such a thing as Cold Essence is a priceless treasure even for big figures like Dukes and Marquises within the Dark Forces, which shows how abundant the energy it contains is!
With Xu Fan's current strength at the middle stage of Entering Dao, even a trace introduced into the body would be enough for Xu Fan to cultivate for a long ti, but Xu Fan, because of urgent ti, disregarded the stinging pain of the ice energy in the body and forcibly introduced the ice energy continuously into his body, leading to the current scene.
In the room, an icy heaven, on the bed, a lifelike ice sculpture.
Xu Fan at this mont seed dead, completely devoid of life, but if one were to look closely at the ice sculpture, one would see Xu Fan's face slightly twisted in pain, full of madness.
Xia Xiaodie is Xu Fan's life!
To rescue Xia Xiaodie from the clutches of the Huang Family, Xu Fan is willing to stake his life!
After Xu Fan experienced an epiphany and felt the terrifying energy contained in the Seven Treasures Relic, Xu Fan had clearly sensed that his current strength was far from enough to safely bring Xia Xiaodie out from the Huang Family unscathed!
Even with the trump card of the chanical Warrior, if Xu Fan himself does not beco strong, he will still be instantly killed by soone from the Huang Family!
Thus, Xu Fan was so hysterical, so reckless!
For the one you love, either beco strong, or die!
A trace of determination flashed across Xu Fan's face filled with madness within the ice sculpture.
...
Nu City, hailed as the world's crossroads, though boasting the glamorous side Arica is proud of, also harbors unseen filth behind closed doors.
Light and darkness, glamour and filth, intertwine throughout millennia, wildly growing in ways that are impossibly feral…
In the night, within a bar flickering with ambiguous dim lights and heavy tal music, the revelry is just beginning.
Young people dressed in denim and flamboyantly, together with groups of won twisting their waists like silver snakes, are embracing each other to the rhythm of heavy tal music, sharp fangs deeply embedded in each other's necks, greedily sucking each other's blood, their pale faces showing painful yet twisted pleasure!
In the depths of the bar, a young man wearing an exaggerated tall hat, dressed like a dieval noble, is lazily leaning on the sofa behind him, watching the crazy scene before him, slightly squinting his eyes as if enjoying so unknown pleasure.
Suddenly, the bar's door was pushed open, a middle-aged man wearing a suit walked in hurriedly, and the horrifying scene before him did not cause this businessman-dressed middle-aged man to pause his steps. In a familiar manner, he quickly walked to the young noble's side and bent down.
The noble young man showed a disinterested look on his face, lazily asked the middle-aged man, "What is it?"
The middle-aged man had a solemn expression, "Baron As, the Duke's orders, a cultivator from the East has arrived at the St. Dian Hotel in Chinatown, Nu City. The Duke orders you to imdiately act and kill them!"
Upon hearing the word Duke, the noble young man's indifferent face finally showed so seriousness, as he coldly said to the middle-aged man, "You know I hate having a conversation in two parts, what other instructions does the Duke have, say it all at once!"
The middle-aged man took a deep breath, his expression tense, spoke one word at a ti, fearing to miss a single word, "The Duke says he senses the aura of a Holy See missionary, yet the energy is exceptionally pure, the Duke orders you to investigate thoroughly and report quickly!"
"Why would those people co here?"
The noble young man finally showed a trace of anger and surprise on his face, "Energy exceptionally pure, that ans the other party is at least a Grand Archpriest level? Is the Duke asking to die?"
"If a Grand Archpriest level person descended upon the Western World, the Dukes should have sensed it long ago, hence, the Duke requires you to imdiately investigate this matter thoroughly...
The middle-aged man, although deeply bent over, showed no trace of fear on his face.
The temperant of Baron As was sothing the middle-aged man was all too familiar with, though usually playful and cynical, at such a critical mont, Baron As would absolutely not act rashly.
The entire control of such a vitally important city as Nu City by Baron As alone, is enough to demonstrate the terror of his abilities.
"Alright, I got it."
Baron As waved his hand, the middle-aged man once more bowed in salute, turned, and left.
Pushing open the door, the middle-aged man leaped, instantly transforming into a bat, flapping its ink-black wings, slicing through the equally ink-black night sky, flying towards the distance.
In the bar, Baron As' face was grim and uncertain.
The previously bustling and noisy bar, with Baron As's silence, now fell into a bizarre quiet.
A group of frenzied n and won stood respectfully in place, silently bowing their heads, not daring to breathe loudly.
The air seed to hold an invisible yet imnse and terrifying presence, enveloping all like a beast with cold eyes, ready to devour.
Finally, the gloom on Baron As' face gradually dissipated, as he once again adopted his previous playful and cynical deanor.
"Eastern cultivators, Holy See people, coming to Nu City at this ti?"
"Interesting..."
As Baron As' smile spread across his face, the bar returned to its previous noisy state, the deep heavy tal music pounding against hearts with a particular rhythm.
And within this bustling bar, there were now none of the previous group of n and won, only Baron As remained, lightly swaying the tall glass in his hand, the blood-like liquid gently undulating in the glass.
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