A cold wind howled, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering. It painted a scene of carnage amidst the swirling snow. A young man, wielding a sharp blade and possessing an alluring visage, stared down at the enemy sprawled on the ground. His eyes, as cold as autumn water, held no trace of emotion.,Ye Qingtang is not the Demon Emperor, and she didn't know why. The heart that should belong to the Demon Emperor appeared in her chest.,At that moment, a golden light shot down from the sky and struck Ye Qingtang who was falling.。