Blood Oath on Snowy Peak

The wind howled across the ancient pine trees, sweeping snow into a dance of chaos. Atop the snow-covered summit of Snowy Peak, Quang Minh stood still as stone, his gaze locked onto the figure before him — Lãnh Phong. Once sworn brothers in arms, now bitter enemies.

"What are you doing here?" Quang Minh's voice cut through the cold like a blade.

Lãnh Phong offered a faint, mocking smile, his fingers brushing the hilt of his silver sword. "I came to reclaim what's mine... and to end this karmic bond."

Quang Minh let out a bitter laugh. "Yours? The trust of our master? Or the legacy of the Cửu Hà Sect you betrayed and trampled on?"

"Spare me your righteous speech!" Lãnh Phong's voice tightened. "If it weren't for your schemes, would Master have chosen you over me for the 'Nine Yang Ice Heart Manual'?"

Quang Minh said nothing. There are truths too old to prove, and wounds too deep to heal.

Behind them, soft footsteps brushed the snow. Thiên Nhi — the woman who once stirred the hearts of both men — emerged in a white fox-fur cloak. Her eyes shimmered with sorrow and complexity.

"Stop it… Both of you are wrong," she said gently, yet her words cut like frost.

Lãnh Phong turned to her, voice raspy. "I have no way back. Those who betray me shall not be spared."

Tears welled in Thiên Nhi's eyes. "Brother Phong, would you truly stain your hands with your brother's blood?"

Quang Minh stepped forward, calm as the falling snow. "No more words. One duel — let this be the end."

Lãnh Phong drew his sword. Snow scattered. Quang Minh summoned his inner force, his right hand glowing faint blue — the icy pressure of the ninth level of the Ice Heart Nine Yang surged.

The two shadows collided in a flash of light and frost. Sword energy tore through the wind. Frost fists shattered snow. A deafening roar cracked through the mountain as an avalanche thundered down the slope, shrouding the peak in a storm of white.

...

Long moments passed. From within the thinning veil of snow, a bloodied figure staggered to his feet — Quang Minh, his robes soaked in crimson, clutched a shattered blade.

"You… spared me?" came Lãnh Phong's broken whisper from the cliff's edge.

"It wasn't me who spared you. It was Thiên Nhi..." Quang Minh said, turning his back, leaving behind a trail of blood across the endless snow.