Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 428 [Supreme Vestments]! Secret Technique - [Ancient Frost Tour]!
[Space Mirror] Under the silver light of the broken magic mirror, the airflow lifted the hem of the platinum robe and swung it backwards. The star force field cleared the turbulent currents. Ronan squinted his eyes and saw the khaki giant that was almost a hundred feet tall in front of him slowly retracting its momentum.

In the center of the giant's chest, a young man with a ponytail, wearing light armor with purple patterns and holding two swords, slowly appeared.

Dense, vague and regular veins spread all over the young man's body, just like the heart of a huge giant behind him, connected by light and dark blood vessels.

The young man quietly raised his eyes and looked at Ronan from afar.

In an instant, Ronan felt as if he was firmly locked in the network of rules of a certain space.

"Primordial Spirit Dharmakaya."

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and the nebula-like star force field around him accelerated. His tremendous mental power was released, gradually removing the feeling of being locked.

The biggest point that makes a level six wizard stronger than a level five wizard is that their soul has been developed and grown to a certain level, able to "connect" to the network of rules of heaven and earth and nature, and use massive amounts of energy particles to construct a "spiritual body" outside the body.

The Dharmakaya of the Yuanling is different from the real body of the Yuanling. It is the wizard's extreme use of his "authority" in the dawn stage.

Because of its special structure, the magical spells cast by the Yuanling Dharmakaya can almost possess terrifying power comparable to that of "true meaning level" spells.

"Chong-"

The young man crossed his two swords, making a clear sound of metal clashing.

Some white runes on the sword lit up and continued to flow down along the sword, making the young man holding the two one-handed swords seem like he was holding two strange golden snakes that were constantly bending and twisting.

"Are you the Golden Dawn?"

The young man with a ponytail looked at Ronan with an elegant posture, a kind of nobility and composure that was different from that of ordinary wizards and came from an extraordinary background.

His turquoise eyes and his expression and appearance gave Ronan a faint sense of familiarity.

"My name is Li Dexin Doyle Webster."

The ponytailed young man quickly introduced himself, "I am the commander of the 11th Legion of the Tangista Empire. I am the person whose name you disdained to remember during the Holy Grail Test of the Royal Court of Life.
It's my son, Malcolm."

Only then did Ronan realize where the familiarity of the ponytailed young man came from. He did look somewhat similar to the long-haired young man with a one-handed rapier who was defeated by Ronan in the Holy Grail.

The two of them gave people the feeling of being brothers, but unexpectedly they were actually father and son.

The ponytailed young man's true soul age is far less young than his appearance suggests.

"You should know why I came to see you?"

The young man with a ponytail slowly took two steps forward and spoke with a smile on his face.

Ronan lowered his head slightly, and then asked suddenly: "Are you the son of the White Witch King?"

Hearing Ronan's words, the young man with the ponytail's eyes inexplicably turned cold. He did not respond to Ronan's question, but instead walked towards Ronan quickly.

As he got closer to Ronan, the Yuanling Dharma Body behind him was shrinking rapidly.

"I won't bully you either. I will only use one tenth of my strength to fight you."

But the khaki-colored Yuan Ling Dharma body shrank to a height of about ten meters. The ponytailed young man's expression turned completely cold. He raised the golden sword in his right hand and slashed at Ronan from a distance casually.

The golden rune sword covered with white patterns trembled, drawing yellow ripples one after another in the void.

The Yuanling Dharmakaya behind him moves in sync with his movements.

These densely packed yellow ripples overlapped with each other after separating from the rune sword. The power of each ripple was perfectly superimposed, eventually forming two twisted sword marks in dark yellow color, one large and one small. In an instant, they shot out of the traditional void and came close to Ronan.

An indescribable feeling of horror and heaviness almost instantly approached him, like two invisible millstones compressed to the extreme and rotating at high speed.

Ronan's eyes flickered, his body stepped back, and his right hand stretched out forward.

A clear silver mark quickly appeared along the trajectory drawn by Ronan's finger, and a strong spatial magic fluctuation flowed from the silver mark.

The huge silver mirror screen was propped up again, and the two sword marks were swallowed up one after the other, but the ponytailed young man's sneering voice was heard.

Before Ronan could return the opponent's attack, he heard a crisp "crack" sound, and the mirror curtain shattered. The two sword marks continued to cut towards him with undiminished power.

"Level 7, first generation?"

Ronan was not surprised to see this result. He took a deep breath and stretched out his right hand. Endless frost condensed in his palm, and then quickly turned red with a blood-like color, and finally condensed into a hideous and gorgeous blood-colored ice spear.

A strong aura of desolation, death, and murderousness emanated from Ronan.

Ronan raised his hand and thrust the ice spear forward. Along with the terrifying cold and murderous aura, scarlet streaks of ice and snow silently spread from the tip of the blood-red ice spear.

These spreading frost marks entangled into the form of a nine-headed Hekalto, an ancient frost python, with nine heads biting at the same time, heading straight towards the two dark yellow sword marks.

"boom!"

An explosion was heard, and the terrible energy aftermath poured out in all directions like a wave.

"Kacha kacha——"

The blood-red ice spear in Ronan's hand suddenly began to show large cracks, like a fine work of art that had been broken by something unknown.

Ronan casually shot the shattered ice spear towards the center of the explosion, then stretched out his arms slightly, and endless deep silver light burst out from his body, instantly engulfing the battle group of the two.

The area irradiated by the silver light immediately had a strong sense of visual dislocation. Huge silver mirrors appeared out of thin air one after another. In the blink of an eye, an eight-sided huge sphere composed of space mirror light was formed.

The ponytailed young man had a sneer on his face and looked around with a hint of disdain.

Ronan's figure quietly appeared in every silver mirror. In the [Secret Room of the Minotaur], the snow-white sun ignited in the eyes of countless Ronans at the same time.

"Ancient Ice City!"

"boom!"

Endless cold air in the void poured out from the densely packed space mirrors, forming ancient ice that quickly filled the space.

The ponytailed young man had a blank expression on his face as he allowed the pervasive cold air to envelop him. In the blink of an eye, he was completely frozen within layers of solid ice.

"Woo——"

Ronan clasped his hands together, and the snow-white sun in his eyes burned more and more fiercely.

An inexplicable aura emanated from his body, bringing with it a sense of distant, ancient grandeur. The dazzling and huge shadow of a snow-white whale slowly emerged on Ronan's body.

Ronan took a deep breath and was about to seal to release this power, but at this moment.
"boom!"

The solid ice formed by the ancient ice city suddenly exploded, and countless ochre-colored lights burst out from it, bringing with them a powerful and terrifying force, destroying everything. Even the [Secret Room of the Minotaur] was instantly washed to pieces.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and the power that had accumulated to a certain level suddenly converged, and the shadow of the Frost Whale behind him also quietly disappeared.

He slowly retreated backwards, creating one huge cold wave ice ring after another under his feet. Under the impact of wave after wave of cold air, a ten-meter-tall Yuanling Dharma body appeared in the ochre light.

"Shh-"

The ponytailed young man held two swords in his hands, easily breaking through the heavy cold air around him, his cold eyes locked on Ronan from afar.

"Is this all you can do?"

"Where is your Nine Star Spirit?"

He crossed his swords, and the twisted tips of the two rune gold swords collided with each other. The overlapping twisted ripples instantly condensed into the shape of a unicorn, spinning at high speed and shooting straight towards Ronan.

"Kacha kacha kacha——"

A large amount of lightning arcs poured down like waterfalls, intertwining and entwining on this drill-like rippled horn.

Its unparalleled power was so terrifying that before it got completely close, tree-like black cracks appeared on the tip and spread rapidly towards Ronan, which was the manifestation of the void being torn apart.

Ronan retreated quickly, and as his mind turned, the ancient cold air that filled the space automatically condensed into wall after wall of snow-white ice with countless frost flowers in front of him.

Under the impact of the dark yellow horn, they were pierced one after another, and the latter approached rapidly like a devastating force.

"Do you think you can stop it like this?"

The ponytailed youth walked over holding two swords, with a look of contempt and sneer on his face. The Yuanling Dharma Body behind him also began to hold two swords, releasing waves of terrifying magic fluctuations. "Buzz——"

At a certain moment, a crystal as dazzling as a star appeared around Ronan.

His aura suddenly rose to a higher level, and part of the energy between heaven and earth that was originally controlled by the ponytailed young man began to change direction, forming a stream of light and rushing towards Ronan.

The ponytailed young man's eyes lit up slightly, as if he finally saw something that interested him. In an instant, both swords flew out of his hands, and one on the left and one on the right turned into two high-speed rotating yellow light wheels, and then evolved into huge magic millstones, attacking Ronan.

One after another, star-like Yuanling crystals appeared. When the ninth crystal, as dazzling as the scorching sun, engulfed the other eight crystals and formed the shape of a crown suspended above Ronan's head, his aura finally reached its absolute peak!
"Boom——"

Above the sky, countless colorful energy torrents poured down, like a huge cloak blessing Ronan's back.

At this moment, the ponytailed young man's eyes were extremely bright, and his expression seemed to become slightly distorted.

He let out a low roar, and the Yuanling Dharmakaya behind him suddenly passed him and moved forward, dragging countless bright yellow streams of light along the way, as well as dense regular veins. The previous ripple horn and spell grinding wheel suddenly increased several times, reaching an unprecedented astonishing momentum.

"call--"

Faced with this terrifying attack like rocks flying through the sky and meteorites falling to the ground, Ronan took a deep breath, formed seals with his hands, and the Supreme Crown composed of nine Yuan Ling crystals on his head also shone brightly in an instant.

An indescribable powerful aura was released, and in an instant it seemed to have triggered something.

"boom!"

More energy torrents appeared above Ronan's head, and correspondingly, the energy concentration on the side of the ponytailed young man rapidly decayed.

Countless energy torrents surrounded Ronan like colorful silk, forming a huge and solid crystal shield. The shield was covered with countless complex rune patterns that seemed to be formed naturally, releasing an indescribable majestic energy.
"【Supreme..Vestments】!"

"Boom! Bang!"

The ponytailed young man's attack hit the crystal shield that was glowing with brilliant colorful luster, causing a huge explosion and roar.

The energy turbulence that exploded instantly washed away everything in the void, occasionally falling to the ground, washing out one shocking gully after another in the rubble-strewn wilderness.

The short-robed wizards holding rune scimitars watched the scene silently, with a touch of emotion showing on their faces from time to time.

This kind of power is beyond the scope of what a fifth-level wizard can create.

They knew very well what kind of person the target was, but even if they heard it a hundred times, it was still not as shocking as seeing it with their own eyes.

The young man with the ponytail was hanging in the air with an expressionless face, his eyes staring coldly at a certain location where the energy exploded. The khaki-colored Yuan Ling Dharma Body had re-condensed behind him, and the two twisted rune golden swords were back in his hands again.

When all the noise subsided, the young man with the ponytail frowned slightly when he saw the figure that was still as calm as before, and a hint of surprise finally appeared in his eyes.

"Is this the legendary Nine-Star Yuanling..."

He muttered to himself, and then crossed his swords to form a new two-handed sword. At the same time, two lightning-shaped black lines under his eyes began to spread and wriggle.

One after another, strange black runes appeared on the surface of his skin all over his body.

Below, the ground began to shake slightly
"The blood power of the White Witch King?"

Ronan felt the strange aura of the ponytailed young man becoming stronger and stronger, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Spanning an entire realm, this battle was much more difficult than he had imagined.

Although he is a nine-star Yuan Ling, he has only been promoted to level five not long ago.

The ponytailed young man in front of him was no ordinary level six wizard. To be able to become the legion commander of the Tangista Wizard Empire, even with the blessing of being the son of the White Wizard King, he must be more outstanding than an ordinary level six wizard.

He was unwilling to give up his practice of [Austerity Body Tempering], so he could not elementalize his body like the average fifth-level wizard. However, the powerful energy and rule control granted to him by the Nine-Star Elemental Spirit allowed him to obtain the kind of magical means he had just released.

It was a magical method similar to the innate ability of an eight-star elemental wizard, which he named [Supreme Robe]. It could instantly build an indestructible energy shield. The upper limit of the shield's defense was closely related to his strength.

He blocked the ponytail youth's attack without any damage, but that was not even one-tenth of his strength.

As more and more black runes appeared on the ponytailed young man's body, two lightning-shaped black lines under his eyelids extended all the way to his neck. Ink-like rock streams rose up from the barren rocky wilderness and flowed towards him. Under the ground, it seemed that the ancient spirit of the earth was awakening.

Huge rocks rose from the surging ground like mountains, and inky rock flows attached to the surface of the two-handed rune sword in the hands of the ponytailed young man, forming a strange stone sword over a hundred meters long that was constantly solidifying and dissolving. It was held by the ponytailed young man and the Yuanling Dharmakā behind him.

At this moment, the situation on the field underwent a miraculous change. Ronan's Nine-Star Spirit almost controlled the sky, but below the reach of the sky, the energy and rules were all dominated by the ponytailed young man.

One is light and the other is dark, and the two are clearly distinguished.

"Malcolm didn't even inherit one tenth of my power. He is really useless."

The sound as if rocks in a mountain reservoir were colliding and rolling came out of the mouth of the young man with ponytail. After the power of his bloodline was exerted, a trace of slightly vicissitudes of life emerged from him, and it seemed that he had completely returned to his original temperament and appearance at this moment.

His eyes, which were originally as dazzling as lapis lazuli, became much deeper, with a hint of black.

His eyes were fixed on Ronan, and the invisible fluctuations of his mental power seemed to encompass countless mountains, rumbling towards Ronan.

"how about you?"

Ronan stood in the air, ignoring the pressure released by the ponytailed young man. Under the mask of Dawn, his eyes calmly looked at the ponytailed young man.

"How much of the White Witch King's power have you inherited?
Is he proud of you?"

Ronan's words echoed in the surrounding stone peaks. The ponytailed young man's expression froze for a moment, and then quickly turned cold the next second.

"I didn't want to kill you, but now..."

The young man with the ponytail raised his hand with a cold look in his eyes, and the Yuanling Dharmakaya behind him also raised the sword at the same time. The more than 100-meter-long ink-colored strange stone sword drew clear black ripples in the void and slowly slashed towards Ronan.

In an instant, countless rock peaks on the ground beneath him rose rapidly, forming a terrifying and turbulent rock wave, which bit towards Ronan along with the sword.

"I changed my mind!"

"die!"

Accompanied by the ponytailed young man's low roar like the roar of a rolling boulder.

Ronan's platinum robe and his hoarse hair rose up silently, and the ancient and magnificent spirit that had been restrained before emerged from him again, like a tide of broken ice emerging from the deep sea, piling up layer by layer.

The nine elemental spirit crystals shone brightly, drawing in countless dense streams of ice energy from the sky and the void.

An extremely exquisite huge ice ring condensed from Ronan's body, carrying a certain ancient and heavy charm, and continued to extend and rotate.

At the same time, Ronan's eyes turned into a blazing snowy sun, and the same dazzling white rose behind him, transforming into the shadow of an incomparably huge snow-white baleen whale, which almost filled the entire world in an instant.

Driven by the power of nine Yuanling crystals, the bloodline power of the ancient frost whale is completely released.

"You and Malcolm are quite similar in one respect, you are indeed father and son."

"You are all too confident in yourselves."

After saying this, Ronan raised his eyes slightly and looked at the huge strange stone sword coming towards him from a distance. His right hand seemed to grasp some invisible power, and then he lightly leaned on the ground.

In an instant, everyone present heard in a trance the sound of a whale roaring, which seemed to come from the other side of the long river of time. It was extremely ancient and distant.

Invisible magical ripples swept across the entire world, and the next moment, wave-shaped blue-gold streams of light quickly emerged.

"Woo——"

Amid the distant sounds of whales, the blue-gold light that almost filled the entire sky and earth rushed forward rapidly like a wave.

The shadow of the huge snowy white whale swam silently forward.

Ronan's figure overlapped with the shadow of a huge snow-white whale, and was lifted up and protected by countless blue-gold waves of light. He was like a Frost Emperor who truly commanded the endless deep sea and was about to launch a conquest towards the boundless starry sky before him, with supreme dignity and majesty.

Magnificent, vast, ancient, and vast.
The terrifying aura rushed out in an instant, as if it was going to freeze and destroy everything in its path!
During the seven days on the back of the ancient thunder eagle Oris, Ronan did not just sit there doing nothing.

He still understood some of the inheritance from the Ice Emperor.

"Secret Technique - [Ancient Frost Tour]!"

(End of this chapter)