God of Slaughter

“It’s so cold!” After a few minutes’ flying, He Man Qing couldn’t help shaking, “What’s going on? Why’s that valley so icy cold? Why, sister Xinyan?”

Xia Xinyan was also shaking, and tears were welling up in her eyes. She was choking with sobs, “It’s him! It’s him! He in the valley!”

“Who?” He Qing Man was confused at first and then realized whom she meant, crying disbelievingly, “You mean Shi Yan?”

“It must be him!” Xia Xinyan nodded affirmatively, saying as if smiling when crying, “That guy was dragged into an ice hole by the Ice Cold Flame, and now, the icy qi in the valley is clearly from the Ice Cold Flame. Then, if the Flame is in the valley, he must be there too.”

“If the Ice Cold Flame is there, can he be alive?” He Qing Man found it unbelievable. After second thought, she said with a strange expression, “But if his soul was controlled by the Ice Cold and then it makes sense that his physical body still exists... He’s not dead, to some extent. Does the Master of Yang Family mean this by saying that Shi Yan is ‘alive’?”

Xia Xinyan’s body shook, and then, she stared at He Qing Man angrily, “Qing Man, stop telling this kind of joke! It’s not funny at all!”

He Qing Man was surprised. Knowing that Xia Xinyan was genuinely angry, she shut her mouth, not daring to utter another word.

She only sighed silently. It was so cold in the valley and obviously the Ice Cold Flame was there now. How could Shi Yan, a warrior in the Disaster Realm, survive there?

Even if he was alive, he must be a walking dead now?

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Translated by: Qian

Edited by: Vick and Bobby

Translated by XianXiaWorld