Spit!
Yue Qingshuang ripped off his mask and spat violently onto the snow. Instead of saliva, thick dark blood splattered across the white peak.
His chest heaved, lungs burning from the brutal escape. He couldn't believe he, a mighty Immortal Sovereign, had been reduced to this sorry state.
"Fucking Monster..." he hissed, wiping blood from his lips. "I'll make you regret this one day."
He stood atop a jagged snowy mountain, cold winds howling around him. This hidden universe had once been his safe haven. He had helped many powerful figures here over the centuries. Time to call in those old favors.
"Time to collect some debts," he muttered, taking a step forward.
But before his foot could fully land, his entire body froze. An overwhelming, cold chill crawled down his spine, the unmistakable feeling of being stared at by death itself.
HIIIIISSSSSSS~~~
The sky darkened. Yue Qingshuang slowly tilted his head upward, dread pooling in his feets.
