Chapter 963: Anger Erupts

Ji Hanfeng blasted Yun Che away with a palm strike, then quickly flew to catch Li Mingcheng. The moment his hand touched Li Mingcheng's body, he shuddered violently.

Li Mingcheng's breathing was extremely chaotic and weakening at an alarming rate. His body felt completely limp, as if all his bones were broken. His pupils were severely dilated, and blood streamed uncontrollably from his mouth, accompanied by weak, despairing groans. His whole body twitched ceaselessly, as if on the verge of death.

On his chest, there was a bowl-sized indentation, a horrifying sight.

Li Mingcheng had rushed out from Ji Hanfeng's side. Ji Hanfeng was closest to both of them; although he couldn't stop Li Mingcheng from attacking Yun Che, he had ample time to prevent Yun Che from counterattacking Li Mingcheng. He didn't do so; instead, he attacked Yun Che while Yun Che was heavily striking Li Mingcheng. He reasoned that at such a "justified" moment, even if he severely injured or crippled Yun Che, no one could fault him.

But he had absolutely no idea Li Mingcheng would be so severely injured by Yun Che's heavy blow.

Ji Hanfeng's mind went blank, and a cold shiver ran down his spine. He never for a moment forgot that Li Mingcheng was the Grand Hall Master's nephew, and he had always curried favor with him, openly and secretly. His recent opportunistic attack on Yun Che was also to help Li Mingcheng vent his anger, but he never dreamed that Li Mingcheng would be injured to the point of being half-dead.

Given the Grand Hall Master's favoritism towards Li Mingcheng, if he were to be blamed... just the thought sent chills down Ji Hanfeng's spine. But it was too late for regrets now. He sharply turned, unleashing all his resentment onto Yun Che: "Yun Che! How dare you strike with such malice!!"

"What's happening? Why are you all gathered here?" At that moment, a voice filled with boundless coldness and majesty suddenly descended from above. Following it, a blue figure emerged from thin air. Her face was as pristine as morning snow, her eyebrows sharp like swords, and her expression was icy. It was precisely Mu Fengshu, the Grand Hall Master of the Snowfall Hall. Her arrival instantly froze the chaotic scene.

Mu Fengshu's gaze swept across the area. She immediately saw Li Mingcheng, covered in blood and barely breathing, cradled in Ji Hanfeng's arms. Her expression suddenly changed. Her blue figure flickered, appearing before Li Mingcheng. The moment her hand landed on Li Mingcheng, her normally serene, icy aura instantly erupted into a furious, raging storm of immense anger.

This was the fury of the Snowfall Hall's Grand Hall Master. The entire Snowfall Main Hall seemed to plunge into an icy purgatory. All elements completely ceased their flow. Everyone in the Snowfall Hall instantly turned pale, their bodies trembling. They felt their blood, even their souls, being frozen solid.

"Who did this? Who was it?" Mu Fengshu turned around, her voice remarkably calm. But even the weakest among them clearly sensed an intensely chilling murderous intent.

On her own territory, her own nephew had been so severely wounded. How could she possibly forgive this?!

Gaze after gaze quietly shifted towards Yun Che. Mu Sushan's praise and rewards earlier had filled them with immense envy, but now, there was only profound pity.

They were utterly convinced that this time, Yun Che was certainly doomed—even if Li Mingcheng had initiated the sneak attack on Yun Che.

"To... To the Grand Hall Master," Ji Hanfeng stammered, his teeth chattering. After getting out the first words, he hardened his resolve, stood up, and pointed directly at Yun Che: "It was Yun Che! He struck Brother Mingcheng with a vicious hand, ambushing him and injuring him like this. This disciple... this disciple failed to stop him in time, and never imagined Yun Che could be so malicious. I failed to protect Brother Mingcheng. This disciple is guilty, please... please mete out severe punishment, Grand Hall Master."

"You!?" Mu Fengshu's gaze abruptly fell upon Yun Che. While there was a hint of surprise, there was far more icy fury and murderous intent.

"You... you're spouting nonsense!" Mu Xiaolan instinctively stepped in front of Yun Che, urgently defending him. "Li Mingcheng clearly launched a sneak attack, trying to ambush Yun Che. Yun Che was merely..."