Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 119 Golden Crocodile Douluo
Qian Daoliu's scarlet eyes gazed at the Snow Emperor high above, looking down at him like an ice goddess. There was no pleading in his eyes, only an almost insane obsession.

"Ho...ho..."

The damaged vocal cords emitted a wheezing sound like bellows.

"The power of heaven and earth... indeed... is beyond human power to contend with... but..."

His fingers, which had almost completely turned into bones, struggled and trembled as he tried to form a mark.

Around him, the last of the nine spirit rings that had dimmed, the blood-red 100,000-year spirit ring, unexpectedly began to shimmer faintly once again, defying all logic.

"A Nirvana Corpse... is already dead... what is there to fear... dying again..."

He growled hoarsely, his voice carrying a chilling obsession.

"But the faith in angels... must not... be severed."

"The ninth soul skill..."

He gathered all his remaining power, including the strange vitality that came from the "True Blood of Ten Thousand Industries" and did not belong to the living, and frantically poured it into the flickering red light.

This time, the aura of the soul skill was completely different from the previous "Final Judgment".

It is no longer the fiery and sharp edge full of aggression and judgment, but has become... warm, gentle, and full of endless vitality and hope.

"—Breath of the Angels!"

boom!
The blood-red ninth spirit ring suddenly burst into flames.

This is not a metaphor, but a real, burning process, much like fuel.

As the soul ring burned, it transformed into the purest life essence, tinged with a faint golden-red hue, flowing like a hundred rivers into the sea, surging towards Qian Daoliu's shattered Nirvana Corpse body.

A gentle yet incredibly resilient golden beam of light shot up from Qian Daoliu's body, piercing through the solidified space created by the previous battle and even dispelling a small area of ​​chill.

Within the pillar of light, countless tiny angelic phantoms seemed to dance and sing, showering down warm rain of light.

The rain of light fell upon Qian Daoliu, and a scene that could only be described as miraculous occurred:
His shattered body, revealing white bones and gruesome flesh, began to heal at a visible speed, as if time had reversed.

The ashen skin regained its fullness and color, the exposed muscle fibers were rewoven and covered by golden energy threads, and even the cracked bones were healing.

His extremely weak aura, as if injected with a stimulant, began to stabilize and slowly...recover.

This isn't treatment; it's more like... reshaping.

It is a powerful regenerative ability that is almost like "resurrection" obtained at the cost of burning the essence of a 100,000-year-old soul ring.

Above the sky, a subtle ripple appeared for the first time on the Snow Emperor's indifferent face, which had always frozen everything.

Her icy blue eyes narrowed slightly as she looked down at Qian Daoliu, who was rapidly recovering in the "Breath of Angels," and at the vibrant, sacred power that seemed out of place in the desolate environment of the far north.

"Burning Soul Rings... Reversing Life and Death?"

She murmured to herself, her ethereal voice carrying a hint of solemnity.

"It's just killing again."

She slowly raised her hand, and the surrounding temperature began to drop sharply again.

Clearly, she did not intend to give Qian Daoliu a chance to fully recover.

The will of heaven and earth in the far north began to gather once again, and the wind and snow behind her condensed into a huge phantom that seemed to be able to block out the sun.

However, under the nourishment of the "Breath of Angels," Qian Daoliu has barely regained his ability to move.

He knew all too well that even if he used his trump card, he had no chance of winning against the Snow Empress, who could mobilize the entire power of the far north. His scarlet eyes stared intently at the Snow Empress, as if trying to etch her image into the depths of his soul.

Just as the epic battle between Xue Di and Qian Daoliu shook the heavens and earth, another fierce battle of no less intensity erupted on another vast ice plain in the far north.

The first to arrive at the core battlefield was the Ice Emperor, who was most sensitive to the Snow Emperor's aura and also moved extremely fast.

Her emerald green figure streaked across the sky like the most dazzling aurora borealis, heading straight for the center of the energy storm with a chilling killing intent.

She could sense that Xue Di was fighting against an extremely powerful being. Although she had the upper hand in terms of aura, the angelic light of judgment still made her extremely anxious.

However, just before she was about to enter the main battlefield, a figure as heavy as a mountain and carrying an ancient, barbaric aura suddenly blocked her way without warning.

"Wang Sheng Tang, Jin E greets Hyotei."

His voice was deep and husky, yet carried a metallic, resonant quality.

The newcomer was an extremely robust and imposing old man with light gold hair and beard, a rugged face, and sharp, eagle-like eyes.

He was clad in a set of ancient and heavy golden armor, engraved with crocodile-scale patterns. Just by standing there, the heavy pressure emanating from him caused the surrounding cold air to freeze, and the ice beneath his feet to sink silently.

Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Ten thousand years ago, he was the second elder of the Spirit Hall, a level 98 Super Douluo, and the owner of the Golden Crocodile King Spirit. Now, he is one of the core elders of the Rebirth Hall.

Hyotei's charging figure suddenly stopped, and his emerald green eyes instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

From the other party, she sensed a powerful aura and soul force that was in no way inferior to her own, and even that wild aura contained a trace of ancient majesty on par with her, the Heavenly King of the Far North.

She glanced at the golden holy sword and icy blue divine light that pierced the heavens and earth in the distance, and confirmed that the Snow Emperor was not in immediate danger. Her heart calmed down a little, but her killing intent boiled even more fiercely.

These invaders not only attacked the Snow Emperor, but also dared to send troops to intercept him?

Without a word, Hyotei's body surged with a brilliant green light, and within that dazzling radiance, her form began to change.

The light subsided, revealing a girl of similar height to a human, with exquisitely beautiful features, resembling an ice and snow fairy.

She had a waterfall of emerald green twin ponytails, cold vertical pupils in her eyes, and wore a gorgeous emerald green dress.

This is Hyotei's human form.

"Humans? Are you the invaders?"

Hyotei's voice was clear and melodious, yet it contained a killing intent that could freeze the soul.

"Dare to invade my far northern lands, die!"

Before the words were even finished, Hyotei had already made their move.

She knew her opponent was a formidable foe, and that he would strike with deadly moves right from the start.

Her petite figure blurred instantly, leaving only a green afterimage in place. Her true form appeared like a ghost above and to the side of Golden Crocodile Douluo.

"The Realm of Permanent Frozen!"

A visible emerald green halo suddenly spread out from her center.

Wherever the halo passed, the air froze into pale green ice powder that fell in a soft rustling sound, as if the space had been coated with a thick layer of ice glaze, making movement extremely difficult.

This is Hyotei's domain power.

(End of this chapter)