Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

As soon as he finished speaking, Leosley swung his right fist out, and countless crystalline ice shards instantly condensed into an ice dragon, which opened its huge mouth and rushed straight towards Orochius.

Orochius's pupils suddenly contracted. He could feel the overwhelming pressure coming at him, as if the whole world was crushing him.

His black wings flapped violently, trying to dodge the attack, but his body was firmly bound to the spot by that invisible force, unable to move.

Leosley's fist landed squarely on Orochius's face without a doubt. With a thud, Orochius's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the distant ice wall.

The ice wall shattered the moment he hit it, and countless ice blocks fell down, burying his body.

But it's not over yet.

Leosley's punches came like they were free, raining down like a storm, each blow carrying unparalleled power, slamming heavily into Orochius's body.

"Ora ora ora ora ora."

Oroshus's body was slammed against the ice wall by Leosley, tracing arcs through the air like a rag doll.

The snow whistled through the air in Leosley's punches, snowflakes swirling and dancing around him, as if offering the most beautiful embellishment to this grand spectacle. Leosley's movements were light yet powerful, as if each of his punches carried a magical force capable of obliterating any obstacle.

"enough!"

Orochius stood up angrily, gritting his teeth, his voice hoarse, "I am a god, you lowly mortal! You dare insult me, you bastard!"

Before Orochius's roar could even fully escape his lips, Leosley's fist slammed into his chest once more. An icy blue light erupted from the tip of his fist, dazzling like the aurora borealis.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew out like a cannonball, smashing through several ice walls.

"What a weak god!"

Leosley's voice echoed in the wind and snow, cold and indifferent.

Orochius clutched his chest, his eyes filled with intense anger and resentment. Yet, a hint of fear was quietly growing in his white eyes.

The Leosley before them didn't seem human at all; he looked more like a god in human skin!
Orochius gritted his teeth: "Mortal, you will not succeed!"

"Oh?"

Leosley spoke calmly, a hint of mockery in his expression, "Is that so? Then I'll see what you can do."

Oroshus's gaze was fixed on Leosley, his eyes flashing with a mad light. His eyes, which had turned completely white, suddenly burst forth with a chilling killing intent. He raised his hand sharply, and countless chilling auras gathered in the air, forming a huge ball of dark energy.

Hyotei, Yuki-tei, and Shiro all looked grim upon seeing this scene.

If that attack lands, the entire far north will be shattered into pieces!
Coupled with the demon god's corrosive power, this attack will likely render the far north unsuitable for soul beasts for tens of thousands of years.

However, they were powerless to stop Orochius or Leosley.

"Die, mortal!"

Orochi roared madly. The dark energy ball in his hand was already at its peak, and his eyes, which had turned completely white, were filled with hatred and pleasure.

The dark energy sphere in Orochi's palm had been condensed to its limit, as if it would explode at any moment, destroying everything with destructive power.

Leosley remained standing in the same spot, his expression unwavering, as if everything before him was simply a predetermined event.

Just then, an ice-blue barrier suddenly appeared in front of Leosley, completely enveloping his body. The dark energy sphere exploded the moment it touched the barrier.

With a deafening roar, a huge crater was blasted into the ground, and countless chunks of snow rained down, completely covering the area. "Is he dead?"

Orochius's gaze was fixed on the center of the explosion, a smug, cold smile playing on his lips.

He finally won.

It is your honor that this mortal died under the power of his demon god.

However, as the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Leosley, who was at the center of the explosion, seemed to have no injuries other than a slightly dirty hem of his clothes.

"You...you're still alive?"

As Orochius watched Leosley walk out of the explosion's epicenter as if nothing had happened, his expression turned grim.

Don't you understand the "no harm from smoke" principle?

Leosley shook his head helplessly, then started with zero frames.

Countless icicles rose from the ground, pointing directly at Orochius's limbs and torso.

Orochius flapped his black wings violently, and the surrounding dark energy surged like waves, attempting to defuse the sudden crisis. However, he found that it was all in vain.

"Ora ora ora ora ora."

After a series of suffocating punches, everything returned to calm. Beneath the snow, Orochius lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.

His skin, now completely white, was covered in wounds, and the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth stained the pristine snow.

Perhaps Orochimaru had considered surrendering, but it was too late now.

Looking at the now lifeless Demon God, Ice Emperor, Snow Emperor, and Little White all had a hint of satisfaction and disbelief in their eyes.

A mighty demon god, defeated by a mere human?

This is a god!
Most importantly, judging from Leosley's performance, he didn't seem to be using his full strength.
As the snowstorm subsided, only Leosley remained standing silently on the battlefield outside the Ice Temple, his figure appearing exceptionally lonely and profound in the moonlight.

Orochius lay on the snow, his black wings spread limply, his blood-stained body a testament to his utter defeat.

Snow Empress, Ice Empress, and Little White emerged from the shadows, their gazes fixed on Leosley with complex expressions.

Xue Di stepped forward slowly, her voice low and deep: "Who... exactly are you?"

"I'm just an ordinary human being." Leosley's voice drifted in the cold wind, as if stating a simple fact.

But his figure cast a long shadow in the moonlight, which, against the backdrop of the snow-covered earth, appeared exceptionally profound and mysterious.

"An ordinary human? A human who can defeat a god in the blink of an eye?"

Hyotei's lips twitched slightly; she could hardly believe what she was seeing.

Leosley's gaze swept indifferently over Orochius on the snow, his expression unwavering: "God? They're just stronger beings. You've simply overestimated their strength."

His voice was flat and indifferent, as if he were stating a simple fact.

Snow Empress, Ice Empress, and Little White's gazes were fixed on Leosley, their eyes flashing with inquiry and wariness. (End of Chapter)