Douluo Continent: The Twin Sons of the Styx River, Shaking the World and Destroying the Heavens

Chapter 270 Ultimate
The Ice God's will remained still, but the ice-blue divine light around him suddenly surged, and a semi-transparent shield instantly opened up, as if it were forged from ten thousand years of mysterious ice.

Meng Hongchen's Eternal Night Ice Pendant slammed into the protective shield, unleashing a barrage of ice and a wave of chilling poison, yet only creating ripples on the shield's surface. The frigid air, powerful enough to freeze lakes, collided with the shield and instantly transformed into fine ice crystals that slid off without leaving even a crack.

Just as the lingering power of the ice bud had not yet dissipated, the figure of the Ice God's will appeared before Meng Hongchen like a ghost, almost within arm's reach.

The gleaming white sword whistled through the air, its cold light flashing as it slashed straight at her face. The chilling aura carried by the sword almost froze her blood.

"clang--"

A sharp, metallic clang rang out, and the violent impact shattered the ice beneath Meng Hongchen's feet. She was jolted backward, her arms going numb, while the longsword of the Ice God's will only paused slightly, still pressing down with an irresistible force.

Meng Hongchen slightly shifted her body, and with a slight movement of her fingertips, the remaining ice mist around her suddenly surged, transforming into an even denser cold mist that spread outwards—this was the first skill of her sixth soul skill, "Extreme Ice Mist".

In an instant, a large swath of poisonous fog carrying a pungent chill rapidly spread. The fog, a mixture of icy blue and dark purple, spread like a living thing, quickly enveloping the area and forming a cage constructed of ice and poisonous fog, airtight.

The icy poison within this mist is exceptionally potent; the stronger the individual, the more intense the corrosive effect. The moment the poisonous mist touches the protective shield of the Ice God's will, it clings to it like a bone-deep infection, hissing softly as it attempts to penetrate the barrier. Even the faintest wisps of its aura carry a chilling cold capable of freezing blood. If it were to enter the body, it would not only slowly corrode the skin but also flow along the soul power, invading the meridians and causing the soul power to become disordered and stagnant.

"Eighth Soul Skill - Endless Divine Ice Halberd!"

With a low shout, Meng Hongchen's soul power surged, pale blue and dark purple energies intertwining and coalescing into a ten-foot-long battle halberd in her hand. The halberd's body seemed to be forged from a fusion of millennia-old ice and poison crystals, its icy blade gleaming with a ghostly light, and wisps of chilling poisonous mist swirling around the shaft. Every inch of it exuded a terrifying power that made one's heart tremble. Even before it was swung, the surrounding air was already compressed, emitting a muffled groan of unbearable pressure.

This Endless Divine Ice Halberd is both a condensation of ice and a convergence of poison. Holding it in one's hand, one feels as if one can pry open the two extreme powers of ice and poison in the world. The mere aura it exudes causes the ice beneath one's feet to continuously crack.

Meng Hongchen gripped the Endless Divine Ice Halberd, his figure suddenly accelerating through the extreme icy mist. The halberd, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, slashed fiercely down towards the will of the Ice God.

Wherever the halberd tip passed, the chilling poison and icy power intertwined into a destructive torrent, forcefully tearing apart a corner of the protective shield. With a "thud," the halberd struck the Ice God's will heavily, causing the figure, formed from pure will, to tremble violently. The icy blue divine light instantly dimmed, and a clear crack spread from the shoulder to the waist, with countless ice crystal-like fragments flaked off.

Although it was only a wisp of will, it showed obvious damage under this blow.

It was still early, and less than half of the ice sand in the hourglass, which was made of ice crystals, had flowed away—there were still six hours left before the trial ended.

The Ice God's will paused slightly, its damaged divine light suddenly solidified, and it uttered three words: "Frozen Space".

The moment the words left his mouth, the entire area shrouded in the extreme ice and fog suddenly froze.

The churning poisonous fog seemed to be paused, freezing in mid-air; the ice on the ground stopped cracking, and even the light became viscous. A powerful force of law, surpassing ordinary ice power, spread out, freezing space itself, every inch exuding a chilling aura that seemed to stand still.

Meng Hongchen felt a sudden heaviness around her, her soul power circulation abruptly became sluggish, and even her breath carried icy shards—this wasn't a simple freeze, but a complete freezing of the space around her, trapping her in this solidified domain, unable to move. Within the frozen space, Meng Hongchen's movements were restricted, leaving her no time to mount a proper defense. The longsword of the Ice God's will was already upon her, its cold light flashing as it precisely struck her shoulder.

"puff--"

The dull thud of a blade piercing flesh rang out, and Meng Hongchen felt a piercing chill surge into her body through the wound, followed by excruciating pain that instantly swept through her entire body. She was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the ice wall behind her, sending up a spray of ice shards.

Blood gushed from the wound on her shoulder, freezing into tiny ice crystals the moment they touched the air. The bright red ice crystals stood out starkly against her pale skin. The bone-chilling cold mingled with the pain of the injury, causing her to groan softly, her breathing becoming somewhat erratic.

Meng Hongchen gritted her teeth and propped herself up, the blood from her shoulder sliding down her arm and freezing instantly on the ice. With a flick of her other hand, a longbow appeared out of thin air—the bow was carved from pale blue ice crystals, with the phantom of the Ice God and lifelike phoenix patterns engraved on it. The ice crystals refracted a faint light, as if a phoenix was flowing around the bow.

She raised her hand to nock an arrow, gathering the remaining soul power at her fingertips, and an ice arrow, pure white and shrouded in divine radiance, instantly took shape. The moment she drew the bowstring taut, the ice arrow burst forth with dazzling light, and the powerful fluctuations of divine power caused ripples to spread across the surrounding frozen space.

"call out--"

The ice arrow left the bowstring with a sharp whistling sound as it tore through the ice, shooting towards the will of the Ice God like a meteor. Wherever the arrow passed, even the frozen space began to loosen slightly.

Seeing this, the Ice God's will lightly raised its hand, and a sudden surge of icy blue divine light gathered around it, forming a phoenix phantom condensed from pure extreme ice power in its palm. The phoenix spread its wings, its icy feathers shimmering with a chilling light, and a clear, melodious cry resounded through the space, carrying the majesty of a deity.

The phantom image flapped its wings and flew out, moving with the speed of a streak of light, to meet the divine ice arrow. The instant they collided, the Ice Phoenix suddenly opened its massive maw and swallowed the ice arrow whole. Immediately afterward, it soared upward, breaking through the shroud of the icy mist, and suddenly expanded and exploded in the sky—

With a deafening roar, the terrifying explosive force spread out like a tsunami, countless ice shards and energy fragments transforming into shockwaves that swept in all directions. "Eighth Soul Skill—Ninefold Dragon Soaring!"

Meng Hongchen's hoarse shout rang out amidst the aftershocks of the explosion, his soul power burning wildly at any cost, and his eighth soul ring burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant red light.

In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled, and nine Xuanbing True Dragons, each ten thousand miles long, burst forth from the icy mist. Their scales, forged from millennia-old Xuanbing ice, refracted a cold luster under the divine light.

The deafening roar of the dragon soared into the sky, as if it would shatter the heavens. Wherever the sound waves passed, even space itself rippled.

Nine real dragons intertwined and circled in the air, sometimes merging together like a giant dragon wagging its tail, and sometimes splitting apart like a volley of arrows, bringing the unpredictable nature of the Nine Dragons Tactics to its extreme.

Wherever they passed, the void was frozen layer by layer. Every tail swing and every collision carried an extreme chill, which quickly coalesced into a devastating extreme cold storm.

The storm swept across the land, freezing all sounds in the world except for the crackling sound of the spreading ice. The entire space gradually fell into a deathly silence and icy cold, and even the light seemed to be frozen into icicles, solidified in mid-air.