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.,At his feet, nearly a hundred corpses lay piled atop the pristine white snow. The water flowing from their bodies had already stained the surrounding snow...,The child's gaze swept over those faces one by one, the corner of his mouth suddenly lifting into a wickedly playful curve. He raised his hand, his fingertip wiping away a drop of heat from the corner, staining that originally pale piece with a touch of eerie red.。