I turned my head again to look at the dark coffin beneath the snow. That coffin, impaled with a long sword, suddenly exploded from the inside out.

Ye Yang's long sword transformed into a flash of cold light amidst the explosion, flying straight towards Ye Yang's throat. Ye Yang casually reached out and opened his palm.

"Dodge quickly!" Before Fang Xuan's shout could fade, the long sword not only lost its force but also automatically turned its blade, gently placing the hilt into Ye Yang's hand.

"Man and sword as one!"

"Controlling the sword with spirit!"

"He's... he's really a Sword Immortal..."

Fang Xuan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

I frowned as I looked at the coffin in the snow. Ye Yang guessed wrong! The coffin gate person wasn't caught unprepared, nor did they underestimate our cultivation. They were simply putting on a display of power.

They were warning me to withdraw from this conflict as soon as possible, or else a coffin would be waiting for me!

I finally understood why the Meng family was being suppressed.

The ones responsible were the coffin gate.

If I wasn't mistaken, the coffin gate people were staying near the three forbidden areas to unlock the secrets of those areas. They could hide their tracks from the locals, but not from the Meng family.

The Meng family, who also sought the secrets of the forbidden areas, took advantage of Niu Tianlu's disappearance to capture Niu Bao, which attracted other disciples from the coffin gate.

By the time I arrived, they had already engaged in several life-or-death struggles.

The coffin gate hadn't crushed the Meng family, and the Meng family didn't dare to act rashly.

Old Man Meng was using me as a secret weapon, trying to use me to restrain the coffin gate.

If Old Man Meng knew that I was a disciple of the Yin-Yang branch of the coffin gate, then he would deserve to be killed.

Old Man Meng wasn't playing a trick; he was playing a game in broad daylight. He knew that once I released the Divine-Demon Pact, I would have to face the challenge head-on, even if I knew my opponent was the coffin gate.

Ye Yang saw my uncertain expression and said, "Those who are coming are almost here. Are we going to make a move?"

I turned to look at Fang Xuan: "Are you afraid to die?"

Fang Xuan paused for a few seconds before saying, "As long as it can change the Fang family, I'm not afraid to die!"

"Then I have to trouble you!" As I spoke, I suddenly pointed at Fang Xuan, and he fell to the ground in response.

After Ye Yang and I exchanged a glance, I picked up Fang Xuan and dragged him in front of the eight coffins. I casually removed a coffin rope, wrapped it around Fang Xuan's neck, and hung him from the tree.

Ye Yang quickly walked around the eight coffins, striking each one with his palm. By the time he was done, I had also finished hanging the corpse.

"Go!"

I shouted softly, and Ye Yang and I retreated into the distance, disappearing into the vast snowfield.

As soon as Ye Yang and I left, the Meng family maidservant in the distance was stunned: "They... they killed someone?"

Meng Die said in a low voice, "I don't think so. Let's go take a look!"

When Meng Die led the swordsman down the slope, they saw four large characters carved into a tree facing the slope: "Leave later!"

"This is..." The Meng family maid stomped her foot and said, "Miss, Li Po and the others are coming for us."

Meng Die turned slightly and walked in another direction. After only three steps, she saw another line of words on a tree across from her: "You can watch for a while longer."

"Go back!" Meng Die decisively ordered the swordsman to retreat to their original position.

The maidservant said angrily, "Miss, Li Po is provoking us so much. How can you still put up with it?"

Meng Die said softly, "We underestimated Li Po. He and Ye Yang must have a formation expert among them. Although they set up the formation hastily, it will still take us some effort to break it."

"Instead of fighting them in a formation there, and missing many things we should know, it's better to come back and see what Li Po is up to."

As Meng Die spoke, sixty or seventy figures had appeared in the snow below the mountain, led by three young sorcerers.

One of them looked at Fang Xuan on the tree and waved his hand. Someone immediately rushed forward, cut the rope, and released Fang Xuan: "Young Master, the person is already dead. Judging from the stiffness of the body, he shouldn't have been dead for long."

"Check the coffins!" At that person's command, someone opened the coffin lid: "The walking corpses in the coffins have all had their heads smashed with heavy palms. The person who did this has very high cultivation."

Someone walked over and kicked Fang Xuan twice: "Serves him right! We told him to act with us, but he insisted on showing off and impressing Meng Die. Now he's dead, right?"

The person who spoke first walked up and said, "Someone, take Fang Xuan's body back to the Fang family."

Another person asked in surprise, "Brother Song, what are you taking him back for? Just leave him on the mountain for the wolves to eat."

The person named Song shook his head and said, "He's still a member of the Fang family. If we send him back, they can refine him into a walking corpse. Then we can see Brother Fang more often in the future, right?"

That person suddenly understood: "Yes, yes, yes... Brother Song is right. There are a few people in the Fang family who have always been at odds with Fang Xuan. When I get back, I'll chat with them and have them send Fang Xuan's body over to congratulate Brother Song on his wedding."

That person's words sounded beautiful, but in reality, he was disgusting the other person.

The person named Song didn't seem to notice, or perhaps he did, but he simply waved his hand: "We're friends after all. Let's send Brother Fang Xuan off together!"