Chapter 344: Victory Over Qian Daoliu
Once everything settled and calm, Ning Bei looked at Qian Daoliu with a playful gaze. The old man appeared as though he had just emerged from water, his body drenched in sweat, clearly exhausted from blocking Ning Bei's Aurora Starshine, which had drained a significant amount of his soul power.
"Old man, our battle is about done. Would you like to see my ninth soul skill?"
"Hmm?"
Qian Daoliu's body trembled slightly, and he looked up warily toward Ning Bei.
"This is a move even Senior Poseidon hasn't seen. Let's finish this quickly; otherwise, if I win because you've exhausted your soul power, it wouldn't be a very honorable victory."
"Ninth Soul Skill: Eternal Ice White Lotus!"
Ning Bei's ninth soul ring, the one on the Ice Empress, lit up for the first time. Ning Bei brought his palms together before his chest and slowly pulled them apart, tossing a pale blue orb in front of him.
Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted. Just a glance was enough to realize the terrifying energy contained within the orb. As the orb hit the ground, a burst of ice power exploded outward at an incredible speed, instantly enveloping several kilometers of the area. As the ice soul power within the space reached its peak, a giant white lotus, several kilometers in diameter and hundreds of meters in height, appeared before everyone.
The onlooking elders were all shocked, sensing the overwhelming destructive power in this move.
"Not good, retreat quickly, this place isn't safe anymore."
Jin E turned around, ready to take Qian Renxue away, only to find Bibi Dong had already grabbed her daughter by the nape of her neck and rushed more than ten kilometers away. He sighed in relief and hastily picked up his pace to get further from the danger.
After reaching a relatively safe distance, the group turned back to watch the unfolding scene.
Indeed, the gigantic white lotus, several thousand meters long, looked magnificent, crystal-clear and resembling white jade, with intricate patterns full of artistic flair.
"This kid has artistic talent too?"
Hearing Bibi Dong's comment behind her, the little angel blushed slightly. Of course he has talent! We often visit the Ice God Temple to discuss art!
Feeling that the group had retreated far enough, Ning Bei's calm voice echoed into everyone's ears, almost like the will of a god.
"Art is explosion. Extreme cold, hellish snow. Snap!"
"Boom!"
A deafening crash echoed from afar. A massive mushroom cloud exploded from the snow lotus, mixed with endless ice fog and cold air. This time, even Ning Bei's domain couldn't cover the sound. The entire Spirit Hall began to shake from this blow, and even the residents of Spirit City, several dozen kilometers away, felt the tremor.
"What's going on? Is it an earthquake?"
"Look! There's so much fog over there!"
"Really! What happened? Should we go check?"
"Check what? That's the direction of Spirit Hall. Can you get in there?"
...
The breathtaking beauty of the blooming ice lotus made many people stop and stare. But they could only glimpse a small part of it. Meanwhile, the group closest to the explosion had no time to appreciate the view.
The little angel clenched her fists and shouted angrily toward the distant sky, regardless of whether the figure could hear her.
"Ning Bei, you bastard! Are you trying to kill my grandfather? I'll strangle you!"
The other elders didn't speak, but their serious expressions clearly showed their concern for the old man.
In the densest part of the ice fog, Ning Bei extended his spiritual power, sensing the area for a moment before slowly approaching a figure. The old man, in a pitiful state, was covered in blood and visible frostbite. His clothes were torn as if he were a refugee, and his Angel Soul Ring had temporarily faded, unable to be formed again for a while.
Cough... "You... kid... won. Snow'er is with you. I can rest assured."
Qian Daoliu didn't seem depressed by his defeat. Instead, his eyes were filled with satisfaction. What could be more joyful than knowing the person he cared about most had found a good partner?
Ning Bei chuckled softly as he rubbed his nose and quickly took out a life-saving pill, handing it to Qian Daoliu.
"As long as you don't hold it against me, I really had no other choice to defeat you."
"Haha, I'm not petty enough for that. I wish you a smooth path to godhood."
Taking the pill, the old man swallowed it without hesitation. Having seen the effects of the pills his old comrades had taken, he had no doubt about Ning Bei's medicine.
As soon as the pill entered his body, Qian Daoliu's wounds quickly scabbed over, and within seconds, he was back to his pre-fight state, which left him both amazed and grateful.
"Such a powerful pill! These injuries would have killed any of my comrades countless times over, yet now I'm restored in an instant."
"Old man, this is the method I'm most proud of. It's even more admirable than my second soul ring."
"Hmm."
Qian Daoliu nodded in approval, recognizing that such pills could almost create an immortal being. Even if his strength could suppress Ning Bei, so what? No matter how much effort he put into injuring him, a single pill would bring him back to full strength instantly.
"Let's go. Don't make them worry."
"Uh..."
"What's wrong?"
Qian Daoliu was about to turn and leave, but when he saw Ning Bei's odd expression, he asked with confusion.
Ning Bei didn't bother with many words. He gathered a large water ball with one hand and threw it at the old man, who was unprepared and instantly drenched.
Qian Daoliu, now a drenched mess, glared at Ning Bei with a displeased expression, as if demanding an explanation.
"Well, Snow'er might be scared seeing you covered in blood, so I thought it would be better to clean you up."
Hearing this, Qian Daoliu looked down and saw the water mixed with blood. He immediately understood what Ning Bei meant.
"That makes sense!"
Not wanting to worry his granddaughter, Qian Daoliu quickly removed his tattered robe and took out a new one from his soul tool, putting it on. After tidying himself up, he looked at Ning Bei again.
"Let's go."
This time, Ning Bei didn't hesitate, stepping in line behind the old man.
He wasn't afraid of worrying the little angel, but he knew if she saw Qian Daoliu coming back covered in blood, she would surely cause a scene, and he would probably have to create a new soul skill to appease her.
As their figures appeared in sight, the elders and the little angel all breathed a sigh of relief, though Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with a hint of regret. Ning Bei couldn't help but be speechless. This woman didn't seem like a good person.
The little angel rushed into Qian Daoliu's arms like a bird returning to its nest, her voice a little choked with emotion.
"Thank goodness, Grandpa, you're alright!"
"Alright, alright. It was just a spar. Although it got a little intense, we didn't overdo it."
Upon hearing this, the little angel gradually calmed down but still shot Ning Bei a fierce glare from the corner, as if silently saying, "This is what you promised to go easy on him?"
Ning Bei shrugged helplessly, but in his heart, he gave a silent victory sign. He knew Qian Daoliu would care about his face and wouldn't tell the little angel how badly he had been beaten. This saved him a lot of trouble.
"Let's go. No need to stand here. Pope, you can go comfort the crowd now."
Qian Daoliu patted his granddaughter's head, then turned to look at Bibi Dong with an unkind expression. He had noticed the disappointment in her eyes earlier.
(END CHAPTER)
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