The confrontation between the Snow Empress and Long Xiaoyao formed an extremely bizarre force field within the bedchamber.
On one side spread a pale world of Extreme Ice, where ice crystals continuously condensed and shattered in the air.
On the other was darkness as deep as an abyss, devouring every trace of surrounding light.
The stalemate did not last long. As the clash of their Divine-rank auras reached a critical threshold, both sides launched their attacks almost simultaneously.
The Snow Empress vanished into the icy mist. In the next instant, she appeared directly above Long Xiaoyao.
Her jade-white palm pressed downward—one of the Three Ultimate Techniques of the Snow Empress: Great Coldness, No Snow.
This strike did not merely compress the chill of absolute zero; it carried an overwhelming will to seal all things.
Long Xiaoyao let out a deep roar. The phantom of the Dark Holy Dragon Martial Soul behind him surged violently. He did not evade—instead, he swung his crossed fists upward. Dense dark energy exploded forth, transforming into two roaring dragon shapes that tore through space as they surged to meet the attack.
Boom!
The icy palm force collided with the violent dark impact. In that instant, the entire dome of the bedchamber was blown apart by the frenzied shockwaves.
Immediately after, the Snow Empress beckoned with her right hand. The Ice Ultimate Peerless Imperial Sword appeared in her grasp. She slashed forward, and a nearly transparent sword qi cleaved straight through the curtain of darkness.
Long Xiaoyao retreated rapidly. Pressing his palms together, he formed a massive dragon-scale shield of black spirit power before him.
The sword qi struck the shield with a piercing screech, freezing vast sections of it and spreading spiderweb cracks across its surface.
The two exchanged dozens of blows in midair. Each collision released shockwaves powerful enough to kill an ordinary Titled Douluo on the spot.
Finally, amid a world-shaking explosion, the powers of Extreme Ice and the Dark Holy Dragon violently repelled each other.
The Snow Empress drifted back dozens of meters, her figure swaying slightly as she landed in front of Liu Yuan.
Long Xiaoyao was also forced back to the edge of the hall. Fine white frost had already formed along his cuffs.
Neither side gained the upper hand.
Long Xiaoyao steadied himself and stared at the Snow Empress standing protectively before Liu Yuan, utter incomprehension filling his eyes.
He knew she was the Ruler of the Far North—but seeing her shield a human, and one so young, felt utterly absurd.
"Snow Empress," his voice echoed through the hall, heavy with doubt, "with your cultivation and status, even among humans, you would be an existence worshipped by countless people."
"Why would you lower yourself to protect a human?"
"And one who isn't even a Titled Douluo yet? What right does he have to command you?"
The Snow Empress's expression did not change. She held the Imperial Sword horizontally, her tone as cold and sharp as the winds of the ice plains.
"What does it have to do with you?"
Her reply was brief, absolute, and left no room for explanation.
Seeing that he would gain nothing further, Long Xiaoyao's gaze grew grave. He understood that unless he completely defeated this woman today, assassinating the Sun Moon Emperor would be impossible.
He took a deep breath. The Dark Holy Dragon Martial Soul within him let out another piercing dragon roar as black spirit rings pulsed beneath his feet. He dove down once more, tangling with the Snow Empress in renewed combat.
On the other side of the hall, Ye Xishui was equally shaken by the Snow Empress's terrifying combat power.
She had believed that aside from Mu En and a handful of ancient monsters, no one on the Douluo Continent could stop her and Long Xiaoyao together. She never imagined that Liu Yuan had concealed such an existence at his side.
But Ye Xishui was the Death God Douluo. Her combat experience was vast, and she quickly launched her full assault.
Taking advantage of Long Xiaoyao pinning down the Snow Empress, Ye Xishui transformed into a streak of blood-red light.
Fine Blood Soul Rays flickered continuously from her fingertips, each ray carrying extreme penetration and corrosive power.
Ye Yulin forced himself through his injuries, attempting to rally the remaining Titled Douluos to block her once again. Yet before a Limit Douluo at full strength, even ninth-rank soul tool defenses appeared fragile.
Bang! Bang!
With several dull impacts, the chest plates of two Sun Moon Empire Titled Douluos shattered under Ye Xishui's blood-colored energy. They were sent flying, blood spraying from their mouths.
Ye Yulin himself was struck head-on by a Blood Soul Hand. His body staggered, and the soul tool ray gun in his hand fell silent as its core was damaged.
Ye Xishui's gaze locked onto the Sun Moon Emperor, now finally within reach. A cruel smile curled at the corner of her mouth.
"Long Xiaoyao, hold that woman down!" she shouted. "I'll end this farce right now!"
Just as she was about to cross the final distance—
Liu Yuan, who had been standing in front of the Emperor's bed, calmly took a step forward.
Ye Xishui halted. She stared at the youth before her—barely in his teens. Her eyes held disdain, mixed with a trace of deeply hidden dread.
"Liu Yuan," she said coldly, "I'll admit you are an anomaly."
"You condensed your first Soul Core at barely over seventy levels. Even I can't fully see through the nature of your Spirit."
"If you lived, you would become terrifyingly strong. In a few years, even ordinary Spirit Douluos might not be your match."
"But you must understand one thing."
Her red robes billowed violently as spirit power surged. The blood-soaked aura she released distorted the air, blurring the entire hall.
"Before a Limit Douluo, you are no different from an ant."
"Do you really think your bit of talent can bridge a gap of over twenty spirit levels?"
"Keeping you alive would be a disaster. Since you want to protect this country so badly, then die together with that old Emperor!"
She raised her right hand. A mass of vengeful red spirit energy—so dense it appeared almost black—condensed in her palm.
Within it, the wails of countless souls could be faintly heard. It was one of the most terrifying killing techniques of the Death God Martial Soul.
Without hesitation, she slammed it downward.
The energy transformed into a blood-colored ghost claw that blotted out the sky, reeking of corruption and soul erosion, completely locking down the space around Liu Yuan and the Sun Moon Emperor.
Yet in the face of a strike capable of grievously wounding a Super Douluo, there was no fear on Liu Yuan's face.
Instead, he looked utterly indifferent.
"An ant?"
He repeated the words softly.
The Soul Core within his chest began to thrum like distant thunder.
In the next instant, two massive pitch-black rifts tore open behind him without warning.
From within them surged two auras—each capable of contending with a Limit Douluo, and in terms of rank, utterly unreachable.
"Then I'd really like to see," Liu Yuan said calmly, "what you plan to do to this 'ant.'"
With a low shout, emerald divine light shot into the heavens.
Against a backdrop of interwoven starlight and darkness, a colossal dragon clad in deep green scales emerged—hundreds of meters long, encircled by ancient runes.
Golden patterns gleamed brilliantly as sword-like feelers sliced through the air.
Mega Rayquaza.
The overwhelming dragon might it released caused Ye Xishui's movements to freeze instantly.
At the same time, torrential rain poured down upon the entire palace without warning.
On Liu Yuan's other side, deep blue oceanic divine power surged forth. A behemoth as heavy as a mountain range emerged amid raging waves—its back etched with glowing blue patterns, fins spreading like clouds across the sky.
Primal Kyogre.
Its massive eyes gazed down upon the world below. With its arrival, all moisture in the bedchamber was forcibly drawn out, forming a crushing pressure capable of warping refined steel.
The phantoms of these two apex beings expanded violently within the confined space, ripping Ye Xishui's bloody Domain to shreds.
Liu Yuan stood between Rayquaza and Kyogre, emerald hair whipping in the wind. The Soul Core at his chest blazed with unprecedented brilliance, forcibly neutralizing the pressure of the Limit Douluo.
He looked straight at Ye Xishui.
"Why don't you try me again?"
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