Douluo Continent: The Ice Dragon King Martial Soul, Ma Xiaotao is Addicted

"ah!"

Hyotei's little face turned bright red in an instant.

"How could you be so mean..."

Hyotei pouted coquettishly, but her body remained nestled in Ye Chen's arms, her blushing face buried tightly in Ye Chen's neck.

"Alright, stop fooling around, let's get down to business."

Xue Di's cool voice interrupted the two's public display of affection.

Although she didn't know what Ye Chen said to Hyotei, she could guess the gist from Hyotei's reaction, and couldn't help but feel speechless.

Hyotei has wasted hundreds of thousands of years of their lives, completely outmaneuvered by this kid.

After speaking, Xue Di did not delay any longer. She took light steps, her bare white jade feet treading on the air.

Hyotei jumped off Ye Chen, her blush still lingering on her face, but her eyes had become serious, carrying a hint of killing intent.

The two transformed into two streaks of light, one white and one green, and quickly disappeared into the distant mountains.

Ye Chen stood there, arms crossed, leaning leisurely against an ancient tree.

He closed his eyes slightly, and his powerful mental energy spread out like an invisible tide, accurately capturing the movements in the distance.

Deep within these mountains, there is only one stronghold, housing approximately several dozen people, all members of the Hand of Death.

They were all killed anyway; none of them were innocent.

Of course, Ye Chen didn't really care whether they were innocent or not. He didn't have a penchant for punishing evil and promoting good. He was simply eliminating potential threats for Wang Dong and the others.

The missions at Shrek Academy's inner courtyard were simply too bizarre.

And that old bastard Xuanzi, he looks like a spy sent by an evil spirit master.

Prevention is always better than doing nothing.

At least Ye Chen can feel a little more at ease.

……

……

at the same time.

Deep in the Mingdou Mountains.

The valley lair where the Death Hand bandits were entrenched was now filled with a morbid clamor.

The air in the cave was filled with the smell of cheap liquor, various burnt smells, and a hint of blood and decay.

The makeshift wooden huts and tents were haphazardly erected against the rock face. Around the campfire sat bandits with menacing faces, shouting and cursing, tearing at their food, and occasionally bursting into savage laughter.

On the distant cliff face, there are many decorations made of human skin and bones, as well as many dried human and spirit beast corpses, silently telling the story of the horrific atrocities that once took place here.

In the heart of this chaos and evil, within a main cave roughly constructed of massive rocks, an even stronger stench of blood and a chilling fluctuation of soul power faintly emanated.

This is the lair of the bandit leader, "The Grim Reaper".

"Boss, the Star Luo Empire's encirclement and suppression of us is getting more and more intense. Today, they only killed one family and there are only three corpses." A scarred man stood outside the cave, pushing three fresh corpses into the depths of the cave on a cart.

"Hmph, what a waste! My cultivation requires five corpses every day. If you can't gather enough, then you'll have to do it yourselves." A disgruntled snort suddenly came from inside the cave.

"Yes...yes, I'll take the brothers to take another look..." Scarface felt the killing intent emanating from the cave and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Although he possessed the cultivation level of a Soul Master, his subordinates were merely ordinary desperados, mostly ordinary martial artists, with a small number around level ten or so. They had all fled here to escape the Empire's pursuit.

Although they were protected by their leader, the 'Messenger of Death,' they were required to go out every day to kill and plunder corpses for him to cultivate.

If there aren't five corpses a day, then his own men have to find them. Of course, this secret is known only to him; none of his subordinates know it.

Sometimes, when the Empire was hunting hard, and they hadn't collected all five corpses, a brother would mysteriously disappear at night. Everyone assumed he had been eaten by wild beasts, but in reality, their leader had taken him to practice his skills...

at this time.

"Whoohoo-"

Suddenly, a bone-chilling cold swept through the entire valley without warning. This cold was not the biting chill of a winter mountain wind, but rather a frigid chill that seemed to emanate from the deepest depths of hell.

The clamor vanished instantly, as if gripped by an invisible hand.

All the bandits, whether they were drunken burly men or henchmen bullying prisoners, instinctively shuddered, stopped what they were doing, and looked up at the sky in a daze.

The sky had become unusually dark, not because of dense clouds, but because of an eerie grayness as if the light was being swallowed up by an invisible force.

The wind stopped, the chirping of insects and birds completely disappeared, and the valley fell into a deathly silence, with only the crackling sound of the campfire sounding particularly jarring.

An indescribable, heavy pressure weighed on the hearts of every bandit, making them feel a suffocating panic.

"What, what's going on?"

A bald, burly man rubbed his arms, his teeth chattering uncontrollably, the chill seeming to seep into his very bones.

"Damn it, this is weird. When did the weather in the Mingdou Mountains become so strange..."

Another bandit stood with his arms crossed, looking up at the sky, a strange sense of fear creeping into his heart.

Anxiety spread rapidly like a plague.

Those bandits who had been so fierce just moments before now only showed surprise and fear on their faces.

An instinctive feeling, stemming from their very being, told them that something big was about to happen.

"Enemy attack! Don't you fucking stand there! Prepare for battle!"

Just then, the leader of the Soul Sect, Scarface, was the first to react and shouted.

However, his roar was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, creating only a faint ripple before disappearing without a trace.

Because right at the entrance to the valley, two figures appeared silently.

On the left is a tall and graceful silver-haired woman wearing a gorgeous long dress made of pure ice elements, barefoot and floating in the air about an inch off the ground.

Her face was exquisitely cold and aloof, her icy blue eyes as deep as an ancient, frozen pool, carrying an indifference and coldness as if looking down upon ants.

Standing beside her was a petite figure with a pair of large, bright yellow eyes that darted around curiously as she surveyed the chaotic and sinful place before her. Her small face showed no fear whatsoever, but rather an excitement as if she had seen a new toy.

It was Hyotei and Yuki-tei.

"So beautiful..."

"Am I dreaming...?"

"This...could she be a legendary fairy?"

When the bandits saw the Ice Emperor and the Snow Emperor, their eyes widened and their mouths watered.

They've been under heavy surveillance lately and haven't had much meat lately.

Seeing the Ice Emperor and the Snow Emperor at this moment, although he felt a little strange, his male instincts suppressed all his doubts.

"Ugh, just as Ye Chen said, they're all a disgusting bunch." Upon seeing this, Hyotei immediately showed a look of disgust.

In particular, when she saw the numerous dried corpses and bones of humans and soul beasts hanging on the wall, a long-lost killing intent arose in her heart.

(End of this chapter)