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

Ye Chen's eyes flickered slightly, emitting a faint light that only he could see.

It was Ye Chen's soul skill—Final Gaze!
This is one of the most bizarre and powerful soul skills that Ye Chen has mastered.

It was neither a physical attack nor a purely mental shock, but rather involved a force that approached the level of rules.

Because it ignores all physical and mental defenses and directly determines death.

As long as Ye Chen's mental strength surpasses that of the target, he can directly detach the target's soul.

Ye Chen's spiritual power had reached the Divine Origin Realm, so crushing the old emperor was naturally a piece of cake.

At the very same instant Ye Chen activated "Gaze of the End".

The emperor, who was writing instructions behind his desk, suddenly stiffened.

A tremendous sense of fear, stemming from his very survival instinct, gripped him.

At this moment, the emperor felt as if he were being stared at by a primordial beast from the deepest abyss, or as if he had been suddenly thrown into an ice cave of absolute zero, where even his soul was about to be frozen.

He almost instinctively raised his head and looked in the direction where Ye Chen was.

He couldn't see Ye Chen, but instinctively, driven by the life-or-death crisis, he knew something was wrong in that direction.

He was just about to issue a warning...

However, it was too late.

"Whoosh-"

An invisible and intangible force, ignoring spatial distance and physical obstacles, descended directly upon him.

There was no pain, no struggle.

Resistance is futile under the overwhelming force of spiritual power.

The light in the old emperor's eyes vanished instantly, like a candle flame extinguished by a gale.

A phantom of a soul, imperceptible to ordinary people, was forcibly "pulled" out of his crown by that strange force.

Throughout the entire ordeal, none of the numerous automatically activated mental and physical defensive soul tools on the old emperor's body reacted at all.

"Puff-"

A body without a soul loses all its power at the same time.

The old emperor's head lost its support and slumped forward, his forehead gently hitting the memorials laid out in front of him.

The brush slipped from his loosened hand, leaving a long ink mark on the precious Xuan paper before finally rolling to the edge of the desk and coming to a stop.

His body remained seated, his chest still rising and falling slightly, maintaining the most basic vital signs.

At first glance, he looks like an extremely tired old man who can no longer hold on while reviewing memorials and is taking a short nap at his desk.

After losing the soul, the body does not instantly lose its vitality; it will still have the body's instinctive breathing, just like a person in a vegetative state, but it will not live for long.

Inside the palace, there was a deathly silence.

The emperor preferred quiet, and at this moment, he was the only one in this vast inner palace.

All servants and palace maids were strictly ordered to wait for summons in the outer hall and were not allowed to enter.

Even the titled Douluo elder responsible for his personal protection was located in the adjacent side hall.

At this moment, the titled Douluo elder was holding an ancient book, sitting comfortably in a soft chair in the side hall, leisurely sipping fragrant tea.
Its mental energy mainly covers the entrance area and monitors the feedback signals of the soul guide array.

Out of respect for the emperor's privacy, he did not constantly use his mental powers to spy on the inner palace.

After all, the soul tool array was functioning normally, and the emperor's aura remained stable. He trusted those tireless and sophisticated soul tools more.

Even a Soul Master, even a Title Douluo, needs rest and relaxation. They cannot monitor a living person 24/7 with high intensity and no blind spots like a machine.

In his view, with both internal and external defenses, it is naturally very safe.

Even if there were assassins, the old emperor still had ways to protect himself and wouldn't die suddenly; that would be enough to sound the alarm.

……

In the darkness, Ye Chen looked at the terrified phantom of a soul in his hand and smiled slightly.

That soul was the emperor's soul, which Ye Chen extracted and placed in his palm.

"Who...who are you...what did you do to me..."

The old emperor's soul was filled with terror, for he discovered that his soul was rapidly dissipating and his voice was growing weaker and weaker.

"You don't need to know so much."

Ye Chen's lips curled up slightly, and then he gently pinched the corner of his mouth.

"Pfft-"

The old emperor's soul exploded instantly and dissipated into the world.

……

Mental strength is actually the power of the soul; the stronger the mental strength, the more stable the soul.

But no matter how strong one is, without reaching the Divine Origin Realm, one cannot survive without a physical vessel.

For example, the Evil Eye clan specializes in cultivating spiritual power, and can even retain their souls after death, with the opportunity to possess another body and be reborn. However, they also need a vessel; once separated from their vessel, they quickly dissipate.

Even the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm is the same.

The reason it chose Huo Yuhao was not because of Huo Yuhao's talent, but because it was about to give up. If it didn't choose him soon, it would really be destroyed.

It was only out of desperation that it chose Huo Yuhao.

Only Ye Chen's soul, being at the Divine Origin Realm, is somewhat stronger. At least after death, even without a physical body, he can exist for a long time and even has the opportunity to possess another body.

Most Soul Masters actually have very weak soul power, which dissipates quickly once it leaves the body.

……

After Ye Chen dealt with the old emperor.

His figure blurred in place, then disappeared completely, like ink blending into the night.

It left no trace and caused not a single ripple of energy.

The palace remained immersed in its false tranquility, with only the cold moonlight silently watching over everything.

……

……

An hour later.

In the side hall, the titled Douluo, who was enjoying tea, habitually swept his spiritual power towards the inner hall to routinely sense the emperor's condition.

This was a routine check he performed every so often.

However, this time, the information his mental energy fed back made his heart skip a beat!
There are no fluctuations in soul power or mental power, which is normal; His Majesty the Emperor is resting.

But... why have all the signs of life disappeared?
As a peak Soul Douluo powerhouse, the old emperor's life magnetic field was very distinct in the perception of Title Douluos, like a lamp in the dark.

Even in its slumber, the light of this lamp is dim, but it will never go out!
But now... that light is out!

In his perception, the inner sanctuary was nothing but an empty shell, devoid of any sign of life.

"No...impossible..."

A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered!

He suddenly stood up, his face turning deathly pale.

"Whoosh-"

He shoved open the door with lightning speed, and amidst the stunned gazes of all the guards, he smashed open the door connecting to the inner hall and rushed inside.

When he saw what was happening before him, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his whole body went cold.

The old emperor was still hunched over his desk, in the exact same posture as when he sensed it half an hour earlier.

But the other party's life force had completely disappeared.

He rushed to the desk, his fingers trembling as he reached out to check the emperor's breath, clearly hoping for the best.

however……

He was disappointed because he felt no breath at his fingertips.

"Your Majesty... passed away?"

In an instant, the thought appeared in the mind of the worshipper, leaving his mind blank.

He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and a tremendous feeling of suffocation gripped his throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Boundless fear and terror instantly overwhelmed him.

"His Majesty--"

A shrill, terrified, and desperate roar, like that of a wounded wild beast, suddenly burst from the mouth of the offering, instantly shattering the tranquility of the palace in the dead of night!

“Woo-woo-woo!!!”

The ear-piercing alarm sounded like a doomsday horn, resounding through the sky in the next instant!

In an instant, the deathly silent capital was completely awakened by this piercing sound!

Meanwhile, around the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The thousands of soul tools that were originally in standby mode suddenly burst out with blinding light, like sparks thrown into boiling oil.

Gold, red, blue, purple... countless thick or thin beams of energy shot into the sky, weaving together to form an enormous three-dimensional light net.

The three level-nine soul tools were like the sun awakening, releasing terrifying energy fluctuations and instantly forming a powerful force field that completely sealed off the entire palace!

The entire palace was instantly illuminated as if it were daytime!
Not even a mosquito could escape from this massive array of soul-guided devices!

The hurried footsteps, panicked shouts, the sound of weapons being drawn, and the whooshing sound of soul masters taking off... all converged into a chaotic sea in an instant.

Countless powerful auras erupted from all parts of the palace, surging madly towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation like a startled swarm of bees.

A new storm has arrived.

(End of this chapter)