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

The two black-robed titled Douluo, who had already stepped halfway out the door, suddenly stopped and turned to look at the source of the sound.

The heavy, carved palace doors had silently opened a crack at some point.

The night outside was even darker, and against the light, only the silhouette of a tall and slender figure could be seen standing between the cracks in the door.

The other person's face was somewhat indistinct in the light of the palace and against the backdrop of the darkness outside the door, but his eyes were incredibly cold and calmly watching everything inside the palace.

The other party looked at the two men in black robes as if they were looking down at two insignificant ants.

"Who?!"

"Playing tricks! You're asking for it!"

Nangong Wan and Masked Douluo erupted almost instantly.

As titled Douluo and evil soul masters, their sense of danger far surpasses that of ordinary people.

The young man who suddenly appeared at the door, though his aura was so restrained as to be almost nonexistent, posed an unprecedented and deadly threat to them.

It was a kind of vigilance and fear that stemmed from the instinct for survival.

The two were ruthless individuals who had fought their way to the death. Upon seeing this scene, they immediately chose the most direct reaction—to strike first and eliminate all the unknowns!
Two sharp, piercing screechs ripped through the brief silence!

"Centipede!"

"Demon Maggots Devour Souls!"

The black robe on Nangong Wan's body suddenly exploded.

A giant, jet-black centipede phantom instantly solidified!
This centipede was enormous, its body covered with a ferocious carapace that gleamed with a metallic glint, and covered with countless barbs, almost filling the space at the entrance of the main hall.

In an instant, a foul wind swept over us, carrying with it a dizzying cloud of highly toxic fumes.

The centipede opened its terrifying mandibles, covered with serrated fangs, and like a black lightning bolt shot from a bow, it shrieked as it lunged toward the figure at the doorway.

At the same time, the Masked Douluo's body twisted and swelled strangely, and countless worms seemed to be surging and struggling wildly under his black robe.

Soon, a gigantic phantom of a giant maggot, covered in a thick, viscous, pale white slime, suddenly appeared.

The giant maggot opened and closed its mouthparts, and a terrifying suction force specifically targeting the soul suddenly erupted, locking onto the intruder at the door, as if it wanted to completely devour and crush him, body and soul!
The two titled Douluo unleashed their full power without reservation in their martial soul true forms.

The terrifying pressure, like a tangible tsunami, swept across the entire hall.

Rumble!
The exquisite glass soul-guiding lamps could not withstand the pressure and shattered with crackling sounds, their fragments falling like rain.

The expensive gold bricks paving the ground are cracking inch by inch.

But strangely, this terrifying pressure did not attract the attention of any of the guards.

Of course, neither Nangong Wan nor Masked Douluo noticed this small detail.

Faced with the combined attack of two Title Douluos, Ye Chen at the door didn't even lift an eyelid. He simply raised his right hand casually.

A phantom image of an ice dragon king slowly appeared behind him.

Ye Chen simply spread his five fingers and casually pressed down on the ferocious centipede and the all-consuming demonic maggot vortex that were rushing towards him.

The movements are simple and casual, like brushing away dust from the corner of a garment.

"Crack——!"

The instant Ye Chen pressed his palm down, a giant, ice-blue claw, formed from pure, extreme cold energy, appeared out of thin air in the center of the hall.

This enormous claw was immense, with distinct knuckles and clear lines, resembling the hand of a deity emerging from an ancient glacier.

The moment it appeared, time seemed to freeze.

The highly toxic black mist spewed out by Nangong Wan's centipede martial spirit instantly solidified in mid-air, turning into black ice crystals that fell down in a flurry.

The power emitted by the Masked Douluo Demon Maggot Martial Soul was also frozen by an even more domineering "freezing" force. The rotating vortex mouth suddenly stopped, and the suction force came to an abrupt halt!

It was as if time was slowed down at this moment.

The icy blue giant claws completely ignored the venomous fangs of the Centipede Heavenly Serpent and the soul vortex that devoured the demonic maggots.

It simply pressed it.

"Do not--!"

The ferocity on Nangong Wan's face was instantly replaced by boundless fear and disbelief, and he let out a shrill, distorted roar. He felt the absolute aura of death from those icy claws.

unstoppable!

There's no way to avoid it!

"Wait...it's a misunderstanding! Senior, have mercy!!"

The Masked Douluo was terrified, screaming for mercy with his voice filled with extreme fear.

He wanted to beg for mercy, wanted to retreat rapidly, wanted to use a life-saving secret technique to burn his life essence and escape...

But it was all too late.

The speed at which the crampons fell was faster than the blink of an eye and faster than the distance in space.

"Pfft——!"

The giant, icy blue claw slammed down.

The ferocious, hundred-legged celestial serpent phantom, with its towering flames, and the soul-devouring maw of the demonic maggot, were like the most fragile glass toys under the giant claws of this ice dragon.

The moment the giant claws closed, there wasn't even time to struggle before they shattered and disintegrated inch by inch.

The spirit possession is the fusion of the spirit master and the spirit. If the spirit is destroyed, the spirit master will naturally not survive.

Two clumps of ice crystal dust, barely maintaining their human shapes, quietly exploded and then quickly dissipated into nothingness amidst the pervasive extreme cold, leaving only a pile of ice shards on the ground.

Two notorious evil soul masters, titled Douluo, vanished from the face of the earth as if they had never existed.

The crampons slowly dissipated, turning into specks of ice crystals that blended into the chilling air.

All that remained was a messy floor in the center of the main hall.

"Greetings, Master! Your divine might is boundless!"

The puppet Xu Tianran quickly offered his compliments.

Although he was a puppet and didn't feel fear, he was still very respectful to Ye Chen.

"Ye Chen, you've finally arrived..."

Orange's eyes were brimming with tears as she stared at Ye Chen, clearly terrified.

"Sister Orange, I hope I didn't scare you. I'm late."

Ye Chen completely ignored the puppet and teleported to Ju Zi's side, gently embracing her in his arms.

Although his mental power can cover the entire planet, his energy is limited, and he cannot pay attention to it all the time.

His mental strength is like a person's vision.

Although you can see very far and wide, you need to focus to see things clearly.

Even a slight lapse in concentration could lead to negligence.

However, Ju Zi has a defensive shield left by Ye Chen, which can be activated automatically to protect her, so Ye Chen is not too worried.

The defensive shield is automatically activated when Orange is in a life-or-death situation, but it does not counteract the pressure, so Orange still suffers a little injustice.

Ye Chen knew that Xu Tianran was probably cooperating with the Holy Spirit Cult, but he didn't care and wasn't in a hurry to resolve the issue. He didn't expect the other party to be so eager to die.

"Um...it's alright, it's good that you're here."

Orange leaned against Ye Chen's chest and pressed her face against his chest.

Feeling that familiar temperature and smelling that familiar scent, Orange felt much more at ease.

She was even somewhat grateful to those two evil spirit masters.

If those two hadn't caused trouble, Ye Chen would probably have been out there wandering around for a long time...

But now, Ye Chen has returned to her side.

Good fortune and misfortune are intertwined.

(End of this chapter)