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Icy light and blood-red radiance intertwined, and as soon as the two clashed, the battle immediately escalated to a fever pitch.

“Damn it!”

Ye Xishui gritted her teeth, feeling immense pressure.

The Sang Muning before her was overwhelmingly powerful, leaving her no chance to catch her breath.

She had originally thought that after so many evolutions, her strength had increased by leaps and bounds, making her one of the most elite beings in the world.

But unexpectedly, this person who had appeared out of nowhere was proving to be exceptionally troublesome.

Sang Muning was a completely different type of soul master compared to Mu Wu. Mu Wu specialized in explosive power, but Sang Muning walked the path of control.

Her series of bizarre restrictive techniques were a headache even for someone as experienced as Ye Xishui.

That seemingly ordinary ice-blue giant tree martial soul was not only extremely resilient and frigid but also contained toxins of unfathomable origin.

Even Limit Douluo could not immunize themselves from such poison.

Blood mist surged around Ye Xishui as she faced Sang Muning’s attack, forcing her to go all out.

“Damn it, who is this again?”

“The Third Priest of the Ice God Palace?”

“The Ice God Palace actually has a third priest?”

Xu Tianran’s face was ashen, fury flickering in his eyes.

He had thought that this operation would be a sure thing, but at the critical moment, another unforeseen variable appeared.

First, Su Yu effortlessly neutralized the Royal Soul Engineer Regiment’s assault, and then, this previously unheard-of third priest from the Ice God Palace showed up.

Does the Ice God Palace have more than one priest?

A deep sense of dread—and even a hint of panic—arose in Xu Tianran’s heart.

The third priest!

Did that mean there was a second priest before her?

Would this second priest be even stronger than Sang Muning?

Xu Tianran’s eyes turned sinister. If Sang Muning alone could tie up Ye Xishui, what would happen if the second priest appeared? How could they possibly resist?

Damn it!

Damn it all!

Why did Su Yu always seem to have such capable people by his side?

Xu Tianran realized he had made another mistake—he had underestimated the strength and foundation of the Ice God Palace.

The Grand Guardian Mu Wu was a Limit Douluo!

Now, there were three priests—each a genuine Limit Douluo.

Even Su Yu himself had a record of defeating the Limit Douluo Xuan Zi.

So, was this five Limit Douluo-level experts?

The more Xu Tianran thought about it, the darker his expression became, his fists clenched so tightly they creaked.

Why!?

Why!?

Why didn’t the Sun Moon Empire have such a foundation?

Jealousy twisted his features.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Tianran’s gaze grew even more manic.

By this point, with today’s ambush already in motion, there was no turning back. The only option was to see it through to the end.

Now, the most important thing was to kill Su Yu!

At the same time, he had to do everything possible to keep the other two as well—otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous!

A ruthless glint flashed in Xu Tianran’s eyes. He ordered, “Go, bring all the grade-nine soul tool shells!”

Ordinary high-level soul tool shells couldn’t threaten them, but he refused to believe that even grade-nine shells would not.

Even if a true god descended, being bombarded by dozens of grade-nine shells at once would leave them heavily wounded, right?

There was no doubt—Xu Tianran had decided to risk everything.

Even if it meant utterly destroying Mingde Hall, or even half of Mingdu, he would not hesitate.

If Su Yu didn’t die, he would never be at peace!

High above, Su Yu calmly watched the battlefield between Sang Muning and Ye Xishui.

Ye Xishui’s rapid increase in strength was indeed a bit surprising to him.

At this moment, Ye Xishui had already reached the quasi-god realm.

At this level, during the era of Soul Land 2, she truly had few equals.

It was clear how much evil she must have committed during this time to achieve such a rise.

No wonder she was so confident and wanted to challenge Mu Wu to wash away her previous humiliation.

If not for the boost from the Ice God’s secret arts, Mu Wu as he was now might not actually be Ye Xishui’s match.

After all, Mu Wu’s cultivation had only just reached pseudo-demigod status—that was a significant disadvantage.

But Sang Muning was not Mu Wu.

Every one of the Ice God Palace’s priests was a truly peerless powerhouse.

Even though Sang Muning was the lowest-ranked among the three priests, her strength exceeded Mu Wu’s.

Although she didn’t possess a dual soul core of yin and yang, her cultivation was extremely high.

Yes—Sang Muning’s base realm was also quasi-god.

Moreover, as a priest, the number of secret techniques she had mastered even surpassed Mu Wu.

Ye Xishui might be strange and unpredictable, but against Sang Muning, her chances of victory were almost zero.

Sang Muning’s appearance was, of course, directly related to Su Yu.

During his training in the Star Dou Great Forest, Su Yu had completed his eleventh anniversary check-in and received generous rewards.

Among them were two quasi-god summoning cards and an Emperor’s Extreme Pill.

One of the two soul masters summoned by the cards was Sang Muning.

The other was even stronger than Sang Muning, second only to Hai Bodong.

However, out of concern for the safety of the women around him, Su Yu had left that person in the Mingdou Mountains.

After Zhang Lexuan’s previous brush with danger, he never wanted to see such a thing happen again.

Sang Muning was not someone from another world, but a native powerhouse from the Douluo Continent.

She was simply from several thousand years in the future, a peerless figure who had astonished her era.

After being summoned, she was granted the identity of the third priest.

“Senior Dragon Emperor, since you’re here, why not show yourself?”

Su Yu shifted his gaze, one hand behind his back, staring at the black clouds behind him.

To appear alongside Ye Xishui and possess such powerful dark energy—there could be no one else but Long Xiaoyao.

As soon as Su Yu’s words fell, the black clouds behind him began to churn, transforming into a towering figure.

Dressed in black robes with long black hair flowing over his shoulders, he looked energetic and exuded a domineering aura.

Yet Su Yu keenly noticed that the man’s previously open and upright brow was now creased as if weighed down by worries.

Especially the blood-black aura swirling around him made Su Yu frown deeply.

“Senior Dragon Emperor, in the end, you’ve still fallen.”

Su Yu let out a faint sigh.

This Long Xiaoyao had ultimately been dragged into the abyss by Ye Xishui.

As expected, he could never escape that madwoman.

“Su Yu, you shouldn’t have come to Mingdu.”

Long Xiaoyao sighed.

He still admired Su Yu, and had even once considered passing on his mantle to him.

But alas, fate had other ideas!

Su Yu replied coldly, “There is nowhere in this world that I am not entitled to go.”

“Senior Dragon Emperor, since you’ve chosen to fall from grace, there’s nothing left for us to say.”

“Our parting was clear enough—if we meet again, we are enemies.”

“Since you have become an evil soul master, we are irreconcilable.”

Su Yu’s aura surged, and in the next instant, a pillar of ice-blue light soared into the sky.

The phantom of an emperor in regal robes appeared behind him: red, gold, red, red, red, red, red, red—eight soul rings, noble and awe-inspiring.

Such a dazzling soul ring configuration—on the Douluo Continent today, it was unique.

“Golden—million-year soul ring. Su Yu, I must admit, your fortune is truly one of a kind.”

Long Xiaoyao sighed.

He himself was a genius, a prodigy who had once led an era.

Except for Mu En, he had never really regarded anyone else as a rival.

Even Ye Xishui, if not for inheriting the previous Holy Spirit Sect Master’s legacy, could not compare to them.

Long Xiaoyao naturally possessed a pride unimaginable to ordinary people.

Yet now, looking at Su Yu, even Long Xiaoyao was genuinely impressed.

How old was Su Yu?

Seventeen? Eighteen?

In any case, not even twenty yet.

At such a young age, the achievements he had reached were beyond the reach of most.

That jaw-dropping soul ring configuration moved even Long Xiaoyao.

No wonder—no wonder he was the inheritor of the gods in this era. He truly deserved it.

What a pity...

Long Xiaoyao sighed, dark power surging. The depths of darkness covered the sky, threatening to swallow everything.

“Roar!”

The sound of a dragon’s roar echoed as Long Xiaoyao revealed his martial spirit.

A black giant dragon, shrouded in blood-black fiendish energy, with darkness and evil attributes intertwining.

Six black, three red!

Nine soul rings rose one after another, glowing with a ghostly light.

Su Yu’s gaze sharpened. Long Xiaoyao’s soul rings had clearly undergone a transformation.

It seemed that after falling and becoming an evil soul master, the Dark Holy Dragon had gained entirely new strength.

“To have defeated Xuan Zi, you have indeed improved greatly over the years.”

“But Xuan Zi was still lacking in some respects. Su Yu, let me see for myself how capable you are now.”

As his words fell, a black pillar of light shot up from within Long Xiaoyao.

In an instant, the entire sky darkened.

Profound darkness surged like a tide towards Su Yu.

In that moment, Su Yu felt as if he had fallen into water, his strength rendered useless, powerless.

“Quasi-god!”

Su Yu narrowed his eyes.

Indeed, Long Xiaoyao was now also a quasi-god.

And judging by the solidity of his soul power, he had progressed even further in the quasi-god realm than Ye Xishui.

But Su Yu was not surprised.

Long Xiaoyao had originally been at the demigod level. Now, after falling and becoming an evil soul master, it made sense for him to go even further.

At this level, Long Xiaoyao’s power was nearly at the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent.

No wonder Ye Xishui was so confident.

The improvements of both of them were truly earth-shattering.

If it were Su Yu from half a year ago, facing Long Xiaoyao would have been hopeless.

But, this was no longer half a year ago.

Since his last fight with Mu Wu, Su Yu had undergone the ultimate transformation.

Without hesitation, he simultaneously activated his two greatest powers: the Diamond Body and the Oceanic Embrace.

Facing a quasi-god, Su Yu dared not be careless.

Golden light enveloped in white radiance, Su Yu’s aura soared in an instant.

Long Xiaoyao’s eyes flashed with surprise. The shadow of a giant dragon flickered, and in the next moment, a dragon claw tore through space, swiping at Su Yu.

Su Yu formed a sword with his fingers, his ice-blue sword slicing through the void.

Emperor’s Sword: Unrivaled Ice Extreme!

The ice-blue imperial sword sliced through the dragon claw, which dissipated into black mist.

“Snow Empress’ Three Ultimates?”

Long Xiaoyao exclaimed in surprise, clearly recognizing the origin of Su Yu’s sword technique.

Su Yu’s gaze hardened. This old man’s eyes were sharp indeed.

“Snow Empress’ Three Ultimates—the ultimate technique of the Snow Empress, leader of the Three Great Kings of the Extreme North. It seems you have some connection with the Snow Empress as well—truly extraordinary luck.”

Long Xiaoyao sighed softly.

“So much nonsense!”

Su Yu frowned, ignoring Long Xiaoyao and focusing solely on attacking.

Radiant energy flashed in his hand, a sacred aura rippling out—a divine Ice Spirit Sword appeared in his grasp.

Without another word, Su Yu raised his hand and slashed—Dawn of Ice.

Facing Long Xiaoyao, Su Yu dared not hold back. Every move was real killing intent.

The Ice Spirit Divine Sword descended, shattering the void; overwhelming divine majesty made even Long Xiaoyao’s hair stand on end.

In a flash, Long Xiaoyao entered battle mode. His fourth soul ring lit up, dense black energy coalescing into a giant black claw that struck down!

“Boom!”

Energy erupted, and in the blink of an eye, Su Yu and Long Xiaoyao exchanged nearly ten blows.

“Bang!”

With a loud crash, Su Yu was blasted backwards, flipping in midair before stabilizing himself.

Opposite him, Long Xiaoyao’s palm bled a little, but his stance remained unmoved.

He looked at Su Yu, unable to hide his admiration. “Su Yu, you are truly strong. But unfortunately, your cultivation is still too low.”

“If you were a Title Douluo today, I would not be your match. Unfortunately, you are not.”

The implication was clear—Su Yu, who had not yet broken through to Title Douluo, still had a gap with him.

And at their level, sometimes even the slightest gap was enough to decide victory or defeat.

“Enough chatter!”

Su Yu snorted coldly. “I should be the one saying that.”

“If you were a normal quasi-god, I might indeed have trouble with you. Unfortunately, you possess a dragon martial spirit.”

“Among all dragons, I am supreme. Long Xiaoyao, if not now, when will you bow before me?”

Nine-colored radiance burst forth. Su Yu stretched out his left hand, the Dragon God’s Seal spinning atop his palm.

“Dragon God Domain!”

Nine-colored light blanketed the sky, and in an instant, more than half the heavens were covered by the domain.

The immense aura that had enveloped Long Xiaoyao was instantly suppressed to a fraction of its strength.

The Dragon God Domain—the power of the Dragon God’s suppression over all dragonkind was simply overwhelming.

Long Xiaoyao’s expression changed. As the nine-colored light shone on him, he felt his soul power diminish by nearly ninety percent.

Su Yu sneered. Even Mu Wu’s Baxi martial spirit was utterly suppressed by the Dragon God Seal.

What was Long Xiaoyao’s Dark Holy Dragon compared to that?

Not to mention just a Dark Holy Dragon— even a Dark Dragon King could be completely suppressed by the Dragon God Seal.

On the Douluo Continent, the Dragon God was the mightiest beast god, bar none.

“Ice God Secret Art: Sublimation!”

Seizing the advantage, a spear-shaped mark glowed on Su Yu’s brow; his already formidable aura rose another level.

“Ice God Sword Technique: Pride of the Ice God!”

Su Yu gripped the Ice Chi Divine Sword in both hands and unleashed his ultimate move.

This was the thirteenth sword of the Ice God Sword Technique—the most destructive, annihilating strike.

As Su Yu swung his sword, in that instant, the world overturned, heaven and earth reversed, space shattered, and all things fell silent.