Ye Qingtang stood straight, her bare feet on the soft snow. Her soaked feet melted into the snow, and she tilted her head. Suddenly, she raised her sword, its jeweled tip pointed directly at the man in fine clothes surrounded by a crowd of people.,In the moment everyone rushed towards Ye Qingtang, Ye Qingtang suddenly raised her hand and clenched her five fingers tightly against her own skin. With a sharp crack, she shattered the Demonic Emperor's Heart that everyone craved.,He was a handsome, breathtaking man, his white clothes fluttering in the wind. He stood motionless by Ye Qingtang's body, gazing at the gaping hole that had been ripped open, the faint breath slowly dissipating from the wound.。