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Martial Soul as Sword—only those who had truly comprehended their martial soul could use this move.

Just like Di Tian’s Black Dragon Sword, it embodied their deepest connection to their martial soul.

Mu Wu’s move showed he was now completely serious.

Su Yu no longer allowed him any margin for underestimation.

The cold white greatsword swept sideways, splitting massive clouds in two.

It clashed fiercely with the icy blue sword beam.

Like spearpoint against wheat—white and blue lights exploded at contact.

Bang!

The sharp ice-blue beam was blocked. Mu Wu didn’t relax for a second, for Su Yu attacked again.

The Ice Sky Divine Sword exuded a sacred aura, its white glow vast and ancient.

Su Yu attacked, and Mu Wu countered.

The two figures clashed intensely in the sky.

Sun and moon rotated endlessly, yin and yang energies constantly kept Mu Wu at peak strength.

Around Su Yu, the Supreme Divine Art’s qi cycled ceaselessly, every moment replenishing what was spent.

Su Yu, though lacking the double soul core’s vast reserve, could regenerate his qi through the Supreme Divine Art.

He feared no one in a battle of attrition.

The fierce clash of ice-blue and cold white lights filled the heavens.

Thunderous booms shook the entire Ice God Lake.

All mighty beings around the lake watched intently.

Xiao Qiancheng looked stunned; Lu Yuan grinned.

Shui Lingguang, in palace robes, flashed relief and joy in her beautiful eyes.

“I never thought the young master had such means, to fight big brother like this.”

Feng Xue sighed in amazement.

They knew Mu Wu’s strength best.

Even a real Ultimate Douluo, facing Mu Wu, would be crushed.

The power of the double soul core was not just reputation.

They never underestimated Su Yu’s talent but still believed a chasm lay between him and Mu Wu.

But reality proved them wrong.

Even with the double soul core, Su Yu could keep pace.

The mysterious white glow—they didn’t know what it was but felt its strength.

At this moment, Su Yu’s powers were fused and sublimated into a stronger state.

This let Su Yu directly face Mu Wu’s double soul core.

“Indeed, never expected this. The young master hid himself too well,” Luo Yi agreed.

Lu Yuan cackled, “Told you the young master isn’t simple. He’s strong!”

“Just watch—the boss is going to get tripped up. I want to see his face when it happens, haha!”

“It’s not that easy. At best, the young master can keep up, but to win? Too soon.”

Xiao Qiancheng shook her head. If Mu Wu were that easy to beat, he wouldn’t be Mu Wu.

“We’ll see. I trust the young master—he must have more surprises,” Lu Yuan said carelessly.

Xiao Qiancheng rolled her eyes. This blockhead had been obsessed ever since the young master bested him in strength.

A total Su Yu fan!

She wasn’t underestimating him. Su Yu would surpass Mu Wu eventually—that was inevitable.

But not yet.

She shook her head and kept watching.

The sky battle was now at its peak.

With Ocean’s Embrace, Su Yu wielded the Ice Sky Divine Sword at full power, matching Mu Wu blow for blow.

But Mu Wu, in the yin-yang complement state, had no weaknesses—a true six-sided warrior.

Su Yu, giving his all, still couldn’t defeat Mu Wu.

He couldn’t even threaten him with a critical blow.

Their fight was a stalemate—each had their moments.

After another clash, both retreated.

Behind Mu Wu, sun and moon shadows appeared; he held the cold white greatsword, slightly winded but steady.

“Young master, you truly amaze me. But you still can’t beat me.”

Ocean’s Embrace let Su Yu match Mu Wu, but not surpass him.

“Mu Wu, you talk too much!”

Su Yu frowned, raising the Ice Sky Divine Sword. His second soul ring shattered.

He slashed, pouring the berserk energy from the broken ring into his sword.

“Take another strike!”

A wave of icy blue light surged at Mu Wu.

Ice God Sword Art: Baptism of Ice.

And this was Baptism of Ice, boosted by ring detonation.

Mu Wu grew solemn, defending with all his might.

He didn’t expect Su Yu to explode a ring so abruptly.

The power of a shattered hundred-thousand-year soul ring was immense.

Mu Wu barely withstood the attack, forced back by the icy blue energy.

Su Yu pressed the attack, detonating the fourth and sixth rings at once.

One was a hundred-thousand-year ring, the other a two-hundred-thousand-year beast ring.

Both exploded, unleashing a torrent of wild power.

Su Yu guided this force into another slash.

Ice-blue brilliance flared, outshining the sun.

Dazzling light illuminated the world, the ultimate sacred ice cleansing everything.

Mu Wu’s face changed. With ring detonation, Su Yu’s sword art reached staggering power.

Even Mu Wu felt a chill.

He responded with full force.

Cold white energy spread, forming a vortex of spatial force.

After achieving yin-yang complementation, Mu Wu gained a new power: space.

Vortices interwove, weakening the attack layer by layer.

Mu Wu sought to absorb Su Yu’s blow with spatial power.

But he underestimated its strength.

The ultimate ice, empowered by Ocean’s Embrace and ring detonation, was overwhelming.

The vortices shattered in succession.

That was power enough to tear space.

One by one, the vortices broke, and Mu Wu was forced to face the attack head-on.

His expression complicated, and he sighed lightly.

He hadn’t expected to be forced into a corner first.

Somewhat embarrassed, he smiled wryly.

The ice-blue Baxia mark on his brow glowed, the Baxia phantom appeared, and his aura soared.

The previously illusory sun and moon became utterly solid.

As if a real sun and moon appeared in the sky.

Mu Wu reached out, and the rampaging ice-blue energy was suddenly absorbed as if nothing was left.

Mu Wu’s gaze, filled with spiritual pressure, shot at Su Yu.

Su Yu grunted, the white glow on his body rippling as he was forced back.

He stared at Mu Wu, whose aura was now completely different.

If before Mu Wu was human, now he was almost divine.

Quasi-god!

Now, Mu Wu was no longer a mere Ultimate Douluo, but had reached the third tier: Quasi-god!

Moreover, Mu Wu, with a double soul core, was like Di Tian.

Su Yu exhaled heavily, his gaze grave.

He understood he now faced the complete Mu Wu.

A peerless opponent, save for a handful on the continent.

To be honest, Su Yu felt immense pressure.

Yet this pressure only fueled his fighting spirit.

“Young master, not bad,” Mu Wu said calmly. He casually slashed.

A simple slash, but Su Yu’s hair stood on end.

He blocked with his sword but was swept aside by the sword beam.

He spat blood.

A single blow!

Just a casual slash had wounded Su Yu, even in Ocean’s Embrace state.

Such was Mu Wu now—utterly terrifying.

Mu Wu didn’t stop, slashing again.

At quasi-god level, Mu Wu no longer needed flashy soul skills.

Every move was a soul skill, even greater.

As the sword struck, Su Yu’s skin crawled, a chill in his heart.

He acted instantly. The Ice Meteor Spear mark on his brow glowed, blue light enveloping him.

Su Yu’s pressure rose again.

Mu Wu laughed, “Ice God Secret Art: Sublimation?”

“Too bad, young master. Your Sublimation isn’t complete.”

He’d also used the Ice God Secret Art, but Su Yu’s aura still couldn’t match Mu Wu’s.

The same skill, but different levels of mastery.

How could Su Yu’s hurried learning compare to Mu Wu’s lifetime of insight?

Before using Sublimation, they were equal; after, Mu Wu surpassed Su Yu by a margin.

Su Yu just slashed again.

With Sublimation, he parried another blow but was still sent flying.

“Young master, is that all?”

“If so, you won’t pass the sixth trial.”

Mu Wu spoke calmly, his white sword unceasing.

Sword intent swept everywhere, leaving Su Yu battered.

Against Mu Wu’s casual attacks, Su Yu was on the edge of defeat.

“Damn it!”

Su Yu gritted his teeth, eyes cold.

Right hand gripped the sword, and his left hand flashed with a nine-colored light.

“Are you enjoying this?”

He roared, nine-colored light spreading, a phantom nine-colored dragon coiling around him. A mighty dragon’s roar shook the sky.

Roar!

Dragon’s roar echoed, bringing with it an ancient, primordial pressure.

In the Ice God Lake, the ice dragon Bing Bing couldn’t control herself, reverting to her original form and roaring.

Even with her purest ice dragon bloodline, she felt compelled to submit.

A compulsion from the deepest level of bloodline.

“Dragon... Dragon God’s power—how... can this be?”

Her diamond-shaped pupils flashed with shock. Ice dragon Bing Bing was stunned.

Everyone knew the Dragon God was long dead. How could a new Dragon God power emerge?

And possessed by her young master?

It was shocking.

Did Lord Ice God know?

Bing Bing was perplexed but knew this was a big deal.

If the remnant dragon clans learned the Dragon God’s power had returned, they’d go mad.

The Dragon God’s pressure spread unchecked, making all soul beasts in the lake tremble.

Aside from Bing Bing, even the Ice Spirit Dragon clan, with dragon blood, bowed instantly.

No surprise—at the appearance of Dragon God pressure, all submitted.

“Very proud, aren’t you?”

“Bow before your young master!”

The nine-colored dragon roared at Mu Wu, the supreme dragon might overwhelming all.

The Baxia phantom around Mu Wu shook violently, almost wailing.

As a pure Baxia martial soul, it was incredibly strong.

Even Su Yu’s ultimate ice emperor couldn’t suppress it before.

But now, facing the Dragon Race’s sovereign, even Baxia, one of the nine dragon sons, couldn’t resist.

This was absolute suppression.

On the Douluo Continent, any dragon had to bow before Su Yu.

Mu Wu’s eyes flickered. He could feel the Baxia martial soul trembling.

At the Ultimate Douluo level, martial soul advantage mattered little—it was all about insight.

But Su Yu was an exception.

His martial soul was far too high-level, even Mu Wu, now quasi-god tier, couldn’t resist its influence.

Dragon God Domain!

Su Yu spoke faintly, the nine-colored domain spreading instantly.

Almost unimpeded, Su Yu’s domain was complete.

Dragon God Domain, the innate domain granted by the Dragon God Seal.

Also, Su Yu’s strongest domain.