Peerless Douluo: Blood of the Black King Nidhogg!

Chapter 182 The Soul of the Ice and Fire Dragon King, the Prelude to the Seven Deadly Sins (4K)

Without needing any words, under the Dragon King's oppressive aura unique to the first generation of species, Mo Yuan, the four plants present all understood just how foolish a decision they had just made.

The small body of the Fiery Apricot trembled incessantly, its head bowed low. Before the King of Bronze and Fire, its proud flames were nothing more than playthings to be controlled at will.

Now, it can not only not control the flames and fire attributes around it, but it can't even mobilize the power within its own body. It is as if it has seen its king, and has no other choice but to submit.

The same reaction as the Fiery Apricot Delight Vegetable is the Eight-Starred Ice Grass. As the saying goes, "The person who knows you best is often your opponent."

As an octagonal ice grass that possesses ice and water attributes, its fear of Mo Yuan is no less than that of the fiery almond vegetable. It feels that if Mo Yuan attacks it now, it wouldn't even be able to withstand the flames for a moment.

"Your Excellency..." Qi Luo Tulip spoke up, trying to ease the atmosphere and attempting to humble herself and beg Mo Yuan to spare Lie Huo Xing Jiao Shu's life.

However, Mo Yuan merely glanced at it coldly, and the Qiluo Tulip instantly shut its mouth, closing its stamens and petals and lowering its head, no longer speaking.

Mo Yuan stepped onto the long, flame-paved steps and looked down at the Fiery Apricot Blossom. His gaze was indifferent, completely blocking out the sunlight from the sky and leaving only a chilling shadow of death.

You have three seconds to say your last words.

"Ha..." The fiery apricot laughed. It wasn't that it wasn't afraid of death or confident that it could survive; it was just that it was truly out of options.

Under Mo Yuan's suppression, it is now almost no different from a piece of trash; even the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Item could probably beat it.

Destroy it quickly, we are tired.

Gazing at the fiery almond-shaped vegetable that had already given up on itself, the fragrant fairy trembled with fear, then closed its petals, unwilling to witness the tragedy that was about to unfold.

Blood-red flames leaped and burned the surrounding void. Mo Yuan gently raised his right hand, and a crimson spear instantly condensed from the flames, exactly the same as the one he had just used with the Fiery Apricot.

The executioner's spear hangs high in the sky, and at this moment, the death knell is tolled by Death.

The flaming spear pierced through the roots of the fiery apricot, severing the roots and burning them with intense heat. An indescribable, boundless pain instantly engulfed its entire body.

"So this is what it feels like to be burned by flames..."

The Fiery Apricot, which had controlled such terrifying flames since its birth, was utterly destroyed by the flames today.

Its spiritual sea had long been severely damaged by the Dragon King's majesty, and now it suffered an irreversible injury from the broken roots, which made its consciousness completely blurred.

The fiery apricot blossoms were impaled on the tip of the flaming spear and lifted towards Mo Yuan, their pitiful appearance truly heartbreaking to witness and evoke tears from all who heard of them.

"Ah Jiao..." the Qiluo Tulip murmured softly. Its companion, with whom it had spent so much time, was about to face death, which made it feel a sense of shared sorrow.

There was also a great deal of fear about the future; it didn't know whether Mo Yuan, who had been ambushed, would also unleash his wrath on them.

The Eight-Cornered Ice Grass drooped its head and trembled all over. If anyone here was the most panicked, it would definitely be it. Don't forget, it had also made a move just now.

Although it caused no damage, its menacing appearance was undeniable. If Mo Yuan's anger had not subsided, it would have been the one with the highest probability of death.

Mo Yuan waved his hand, and dark golden light appeared, forming several alchemical matrices composed of ancient and mysterious runes, which enveloped the dying Fiery Apricot.

Time will be paused inside, perfectly preserving the current state of the Fiery Apricot Blossom. This 100,000-year-old immortal herb possesses not only the energy of the immortal herb itself, but also a top-grade 100,000-year-old fire-attribute soul bone and soul ring.

He didn't think much of it, but Ye Guyi was a perfect match. Although the most powerful attribute of the Angel Martial Soul is the Holy attribute, the Fire attribute is no less powerful than ordinary Fire attribute Martial Souls.

Watching Mo Yuan put away the Fiery Apricot Vegetable, the hearts of Qiluo Tulip and Youxiang Qiluo Immortal were instantly in their throats, as was the Eight-Cornered Mystic Ice Grass.

The remaining three immortal herbs understood perfectly well that their future—whether they lived or died—would be answered in the next second.

Mo Yuan coldly glanced at the remaining three immortal herbs, then returned to the shore of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. All the flames around him shot rapidly into the sky from below, finally disappearing into the seven-colored poisonous mist. His golden eyes went out, and the Dragon King's might dissipated.

He didn't let these three immortal herbs go; it's just that the time wasn't right yet. When the time came, he would collect them all at once.

Their fate of death was sealed from the very beginning and could not be changed, but unfortunately, the Eight-Cornered Ice Grass and the Qiluo Tulip were unaware of this.

In their view, Mo Yuan had let them go.

"Phew—" Youxiang Qiluo Xianpin breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a trembling voice, "I was so scared. I thought he was about to attack us."

"Yes, although I don't know why he let me go, judging from his appearance, it seems that this matter is over." Octagonal Ice Grass gasped for breath, feeling as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.

The tulip remained silent, feeling a sense of joy at surviving a calamity, yet it always felt something was amiss. It couldn't quite put its finger on what it was, but it was definitely there, like countless silver needles pricking its skin, making it difficult to remain calm.

……

Three days later, in the dead of night, the seven-colored poisonous miasma still lingered in the sky above the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye Valley, completely obscuring the brilliant Milky Way.

Down in the valley, a cold wind swept through every crevice, carrying charred ash that flew toward the now empty red lake in the center.

Mo Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes flashed with a sharp light. He only made such a simple movement, but it frightened the three immortal herbs, including the Eight-Cornered Mystic Ice Grass, so much that they immediately lowered their heads.

No one knows how hard they have been these past three days. They have been under immense pressure at all times, fearing that they might disappear from this world forever if they are not careful.

Ye Guyi's body was still shimmering with a red and gold halo, but compared to three days ago, the halo was now much weaker.

Not long after Mo Yuan stood up, Ye Guyi also opened her eyes. Her clear, bright golden eyes shone with light, and her powerful soul energy, rich with vitality, emanated from them.

Mo Yuan smiled slightly. Ye Guyi's soul power level is now very close to the level 80 mark, and there is still a large part of the medicinal power of the Love-Sickness Heartbreak Red remaining in her body. It is estimated that it can support Ye Guyi to cultivate until the peak of Soul Douluo.

This is a divine herb among immortal herbs, possessing the heart-wrenching red of love that rivals the creation of heaven and earth. If it weren't for its inability to develop sentience, its achievements would probably be far greater than they are now.

"Yuan." Ye Guyi stood up after regaining her senses and smiled at Mo Yuan. They embraced each other tightly for a while. "Yuan, what do we do next?" Ye Guyi asked.

Upon hearing Ye Guyi's question, the three immortal herbs, including Qiluo Tulip, immediately pricked up their ears and listened carefully, afraid of missing any detail.

Mo Yuan stepped to the shore of the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, his gaze indifferent as he looked down at the rippling red and blue lake water at his feet, a rare hint of excitement appearing on his face.

Ye Guyi noticed this and became curious. It was the first time she had seen such an emotion in Mo Yuan's eyes. Moreover, she also keenly noticed that something seemed to be missing from the red lake.

"Stay close to Apophis for a while, and remember, don't act rashly," Mo Yuan suddenly reminded him.

"Okay, I understand." Ye Guyi had no further questions. Mo Yuan must have his reasons for saying that, and she just needed to follow his instructions strictly.

Anyway, we'll find out the details soon enough.

"What is he going to do now? Why isn't he leaving?" the Eight-Cornered Ice Grass asked worriedly.

"Hey, have you noticed? He doesn't seem particularly interested in any of the immortal herbs here, not even the Acacia Heartbreak Red. But he's very attentive to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, always standing quietly by the lake," the Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Spectrum guessed. "Do you think he might know about the two people at the bottom of the lake?"

"Who knows?" Qiluo Tulip sighed, her tone indifferent. She was already helpless. No matter what happened next, as long as Mo Yuan didn't destroy the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, that would be fine.

Mo Yuan stretched out his right hand, the muscles at his fingertips twitching. A drop of crimson dragon blood, like a ruby, seeped from the tip of his index finger, then streaked through the void and merged into the lake water.

"Wait... was that his blood?! How is that possible! Isn't he human?!" The Eight-Cornered Ice Grass cried out in disbelief, feeling the yearning from the depths of its soul.

Even the nearly despairing Qiluo Tulip suddenly perked up at the stimulation of the dragon's blood. "Who the hell knows! But I'm sure it's definitely not human blood! No human blood could make us crave it so much!"

The timid Youxiang Qiluo Fairy also wanted to say something, but before it could speak, the violent tremors of the earth forced it to shut its mouth.

Rumbling--

Amidst the tremors of the great earthquake, and under the astonished gazes of Ye Guyi and even the three immortal herbs, the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye suddenly began to boil. The lake water surged and churned, with red and blue waters converging in mid-air, spiraling upwards like two giant dragons.

A terrifying pressure descended from the sky, accompanied by a dragon's roar that resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and two enormous figures appeared in the two columns of water.

Those were two giant dragons formed from the lake water, one of which was entirely ice-blue, with an icy chill emanating from its wings.

A crimson red body, scorching hot, swirled around its form, with illusory flames appearing out of thin air.

Both dragons emitted an exceptionally dazzling light, and their eyes exuded a tangible pressure. Their incomparably powerful aura swept across the surroundings, causing rocks to crack and poisonous miasma to dissipate.

Under the terrifying pressure of the two giant dragons, the three 100,000-year-old plants were dumbfounded. Fear swept over their entire bodies, and they couldn't help but tremble. The radiance on their bodies became extremely dim.

"Dragon... Dragon Lord?!" Qiluo Tulip exclaimed in shock. At that moment, as if realizing something, it abruptly turned its head to look at Mo Yuan, who stood proudly amidst the oppressive aura. Its voice trembled, and its tone was full of disbelief.

"His target is the two Dragon Lords!!"

Facing the oppressive aura and condescending gaze of the two Dragon Kings, Mo Yuan remained extremely calm, letting the gale blow his hair and robes.

It was as if he were looking down at the two dragon lords.

“Ice Dragon King, Fire Dragon King,” Mo Yuan said calmly, revealing the identities of the two dragons. “Oh no, you are now just two lonely ghosts with only dragon souls left, hiding here and barely clinging to life.”

Ye Guyi stood behind Mo Yuan, looked at the two dragon kings, then at Mo Yuan, her eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty. She had probably already guessed the identities of these two dragon souls.

Ye Guyi knew that Mo Yuan was now the Dragon King, the true Dragon King, whose strength was unmatched in the human world. So, the only one who could be called the 'Dragon King' was the ethereal 'deity'.

Combined with the excitement in Mo Yuan's eyes just now, Ye Guyi felt that she should have obtained the truth.

Upon hearing Mo Yuan refer to him as a "wandering ghost clinging to life," the Fire Dragon King, who was now only a dragon soul but still retained his consciousness and some memories, was enraged.

"Roar!!" The Fire Dragon King's voice was loud and earth-shattering. His dragon might pressed down, causing the three immortal herbs to let out painful howls of agony.

"Where did this junior come from! How dare he spout such arrogant words!"

"Calm down," the Ice Dragon King stopped the hot-tempered Fire Dragon King from attacking, then looked down at Mo Yuan, a thoughtful look in his dragon eyes. "Since you were able to awaken us with dragon blood and accurately pronounce our names, you must be very clear about our status in the dragon race, right?"

"You know perfectly well what I'm asking." Mo Yuan retorted sharply.

Once again choked, the Fire Dragon King's rage soared, and his oppressive aura intensified, causing the three immortal herbs unbearable suffering. However, they could do nothing but persevere.

Sandwiched between three big dads, they only wished they had legs to run away.

The Ice Dragon King was also losing face. He was displeased, but he still suppressed his anger and continued speaking.

"Although your blood is strange, even I cannot see through it, it cannot be denied that you do indeed have dragon blood. I want to ask, who exactly are you, which clan do you belong to, who are your elders, and who told you about us?"

“You’ve asked a lot of questions,” Mo Yuan glanced at the menacing Fire Dragon King beside him and said coldly, “Since you’ve asked me so many questions, I’ll ask you one now.”

The Ice Dragon King's lips twitched slightly, and he gritted his teeth. If that drop of blood hadn't been so miraculous and terrifying, he wouldn't have patiently suppressed his anger time and time again.

"You ask."

Mo Yuan's dragon blood boiled, and his ancient, solemn, and noble golden eyes were ignited once more. The 'King's Domain' descended, and the oppressive aura of the Dragon King was revealed, directly compressing the dragon might of the Ice and Fire Dragon King to the extreme, preventing it from advancing an inch.

Looking at the Ice and Fire Dragon King, who was frowning and looking doubtful, and had fallen silent, Mo Yuan's voice was extremely cold and carried an imposing majesty.

"The former officials of the previous dynasty, are they willing to bow down to me?"

(End of this chapter)