Rebirth: The Two-Faced Cook Meets the Cold-Faced King Qin

Feng Jueying, dressed in black, was as erratic as a ghost, his eyes were like the cold stars in the night sky, cold and sharp. And Ying Qianji, as if he had merged with the shadows, his face was hidden deep under his cloak, revealing a frightening and strange aura.

The air between the two seemed to freeze, and the tension was suffocating. Feng Jueying took the lead in launching a fierce attack, the dagger in his hand flashing with cold light, stabbing Ying Qianji's vital points continuously. However, Ying Qianji seemed to be able to predict every move of Feng Jueying. He dodged lightly and swung his dry palm at the same time, hitting Feng Jueying's chest.

"Bang!" With a dull sound, Feng Jueying was hit, but he did not fall down. Instead, he used the force to roll backwards and landed steadily on the ground. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a stronger fighting spirit.

Ying Qianji did not give Feng Jueying a chance to breathe. He followed closely, his hands turned into sharp claws, and fiercely grabbed Feng Jueying's throat. Feng Jueying reacted quickly, dodged the fatal blow by turning sideways, and stabbed Ying Qianji's waist with a backhanded knife.

"Hiss!" The sound of a cloak being torn was heard, and Ying Qianji narrowly avoided the vital points, but a long wound was left on his waist, and blood slowly seeped out.

The two's attacks became more fierce, and their defense became more tight. Feng Jueying's dagger danced in the dark like a venomous snake, while Ying Qianji's hands turned into ghostly claws, drawing strange tracks in the air. Every collision made a sound like the sound of metal clashing, and every dodge was dangerous.

As time went by, the battle became more and more fierce. Feng Jueying suddenly used his special skill - Wind Shield, forming a huge wind wall to protect himself firmly. However, Ying Qianji was no ordinary person. He took a deep breath, then exhaled suddenly, and a strong airflow swept out like a hurricane, hitting the wind wall fiercely.

"Boom!" The wind wall shook violently under the impact of the airflow, as if it would collapse at any time. Feng Jueying gritted his teeth and tried his best to maintain the stability of the wind shield. He knew that once the shield broke, he would be in extreme danger.

At this moment, Ying Qianji suddenly changed his attack method. He flashed and turned into a gray ghost and attacked Feng Jueying from behind. Although Feng Jueying had his back to Ying Qianji, his perception was as clear as a mirror. He turned around suddenly and swung his knife, just in time to meet Ying Qianji's attack.

"Dang!" With a loud sound of metal clashing, the two's attacks collided in the air, splashing sparks. Feng Jueying and Ying Qianji were both shocked and retreated several steps, but they did not stop, but immediately rushed towards each other again.

At this moment, they had completely given up on defense, and only frantic attacks were left. Daggers and claws intertwined dense trajectories in the air, and every collision made a deafening noise. The lights in the hall flickered under their attacks, as if they would go out at any time.

"Okay, do you want to kill your own people? Two of them have already died. Don't you feel ashamed?" A woman who could also change her voice walked in with a strong aura and slowly revealed her figure. She was tall and elegant, but exuded a chilling coldness. She was wearing a black robe, and the hem of the robe swayed gently, as if carrying an unspeakable magic. Her fingers were slender and slender, like carefully carved jades, and each fingertip wore a ring that shone with a faint light, adding a bit of mystery and majesty.

Her face was covered by a thin black veil, revealing only a pair of deep and bright eyes. When she looked at you, you would feel an invisible pressure, as if you were penetrated by her gaze. When she spoke, her voice was low and sharp, like a cold wind blowing through the cracks of an ancient tomb. Although she only appeared occasionally, her presence was like an invisible shadow covering the entire Dark Council. Every decision she made affected the future direction of the Dark Council, making everyone in awe of her.

Leng Qianhan, the absolute ruler of the Dark Council, is known for her ruthlessness and unfathomable martial arts. The unique skill she practices is called "Nether Ice Palm", which is a palm technique that combines the power of extreme cold and the breath of the netherworld.

When the "Ice Palm" is used, a piece of dark blue ice will condense in the palm, emitting a bone-chilling chill. When the ice touches the enemy's body, it will quickly invade the body, freezing the blood and meridians, making it lose its combat effectiveness instantly. What's even more terrifying is that Ye Qianhan can also use the palm technique to control the netherworld power in the ice, sucking away the enemy's vitality bit by bit for his own use.

Leng Qianhan has reached the highest level of cultivation of the "Ice Palm". She can control the shape and size of ice at will, and can exert amazing power in attack, defense and control. In the Dark Council, no one dares to confront her head-on, because once hit by her "Ice Palm", it means the end of life.

She lowered her eyes slightly, revealing a cold and cruel look: "Who among you is going to kill that Suning? Suning alone killed two of our elites!"

At this time, Feng Jueying and Ying Qianji stood face to face, their eyes were sharp and their momentum was like a rainbow. The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

"Ying Qianji, you despicable villain, how dare you snatch my mission?" Feng Jueying spoke first, his voice full of disdain and anger.

Ying Qianji sneered and responded, "Feng Jueying, stop pretending here. I am determined to take Su Ning's life. Who do you think you are? How dare you compete with me?"

Feng Jueying laughed in anger, his aura soaring instantly: "Haha, Ying Qianji, you are really becoming more and more shameless. I was clearly the first one to take advantage of this mission, what right do you have to snatch it away?"

"Why? Because I'm stronger than you!" Ying Qianji said proudly, "Feng Jueying, if you know what's good for you, get out of here right away. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

"You're welcome? Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Feng Jueying's eyes turned cold, and a strong murderous aura burst out of his body, "Ying Qianji, let's compete today and see who is the real strong one!"

"That's exactly what I want!" Ying Qianji also burst out with a strong fighting spirit, "Feng Jueying, today I will let you see how powerful I am!"

The two of them refused to give in to each other, and their momentum was so strong that the air around them seemed to be torn apart by their momentum, making a hissing sound.

"Ying Qianji, you bastard, I must kill you today!" Feng Jueying roared, and rushed towards Ying Qianji like an arrow. Leng Qianhan frowned, waved his hand, and two cold lights flashed, hitting the backs of Ying Qianji and Feng Jueying respectively. They only felt a sharp pain, as if their whole bodies were frozen. But they gritted their teeth and did not make any sound. "Remember this lesson. If you make the mistake of not distinguishing between here and outside again in the future, I will never let you off easily. Also, take a few days off, and when they are healed, all members will raid!" Leng Qianhan said, turning and leaving. His figure gradually disappeared in the moonlight, leaving only Ying Qianji and Feng Jueying kneeling on the ground in pain, feeling the biting cold.

Ye Wuhen and Ming Youdie simultaneously "All-out raid!" Doesn't that mean they are going to fight Suning to the death? At this moment, Ye Wuhen and Ming Youdie were thinking the same thing!