Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 180 Ice and Fire

"No...no..."

Ma Xiaotao used her last bit of strength to bite her tongue hard.

The intense pain brought a brief moment of clarity to her chaotic mind.

She suddenly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes, glowing with an eerie red light, fixed on the silver-haired boy not far away.

The ultimate ice...

That was her only hope.

If things get completely out of control here and people go berserk, it could hurt many innocent students.

She cannot, and absolutely will not allow, such a thing to happen.

"quick……"

A hoarse voice squeezed out of her throat.

The next instant, her figure left a faint afterimage in place, and she instantly covered a distance of more than ten meters, appearing in front of Yin Chen.

Her burning hot hands, like branding irons, gripped Yin Chen's shoulders tightly.

"Help."

Her voice no longer carried the domineering and arrogant tone it once did; instead, it was tinged with a hint of pleading.

Deep within those red eyes, the last glimmer of reason was making a final stand against the mad desire for destruction.

Looking at the face before him, twisted by pain and struggle yet still breathtakingly beautiful, Yin Chen's eyes remained unmoved.

He didn't say a single unnecessary word, nor did he hesitate for a moment.

"it is good."

Before he finished speaking, he moved.

Instead of retreating, he stepped forward to face the scorching heat.

At the same time, his hands shot out like lightning, grabbing Ma Xiaotao's burning hot wrists that were pressing on his shoulders.

The moment Yin Chen grabbed Ma Xiaotao's wrist, his soul power erupted.

"Om-!"

A deep hum sounded behind him.

A huge, ferocious scorpion phantom, its entire body a deep icy blue, silently appeared and solidified behind him.

A massive body, a perfectly streamlined carapace, two enormous pincers that gleam with a chilling light, and a scorpion tail that is raised high and whose tip shimmers with a dark blue light.

Every detail exudes the chilling aura of a top predator.

Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion.

As the illusory image of the martial soul appeared, an indescribable, terrifying chill, seemingly capable of freezing the very soul, swept outwards like a tsunami from the center of Yin Chen's body.

The air froze instantly.

The wind stopped its flowing motion.

The light seemed to slow down as it passed through this area.

The sparks ignited by Ma Xiaotao's evil fire were extinguished the moment they came into contact with this cold air, turning into cold dust.

This extreme chill naturally enveloped Ma Xiaotao, whose hands were being held by Yin Chen.

However, this terrifying cold current, powerful enough to freeze even a Soul King into an ice sculpture in an instant, became incredibly gentle the moment it touched Ma Xiaotao's body. Instead of letting the cold attack from the outside, Yin Chen channeled his extremely pure ice-type soul power through their tightly clasped hands, like a gentle stream, continuously pouring it into Ma Xiaotao's body, which was burning hot like a furnace.

Ice and fire, two completely opposite extreme forces, engaged in a silent battle within Ma Xiaotao's body.

As soon as the soul power of the ultimate ice entered Ma Xiaotao's meridians, it was met with fierce resistance from the soul power of the evil fire phoenix.

The dark red flames, filled with violence and destruction, surged towards the intruder like a dragon whose territory had been invaded, attempting to burn and assimilate it.

However, what they faced was the primal power of a 400,000-year-old ferocious beast, the ultimate ice that surpassed ordinary ice elements.

The clash between ice and fire did not result in the violent conflict that had been imagined.

Under Yin Chen's control, that pure, icy-blue soul power quickly built up defensive lines in Ma Xiaotao's meridians.

Those raging, scattered evil flames, once they collide with this defensive line, are like moths drawn to an icy sea, instantly neutralized and purified by the extreme chill.

The black, violent aura was dissolved, and the red, frenzied energy was calmed.

For Ma Xiaotao, this process was an unprecedented and transformative experience.

The moment the ultimate ice soul power entered her body, she felt as if she had been thrown from an unbearably hot, sulfurous volcano into a crystal-clear, bone-chilling ancient cold pool.

It was a kind of comfort that went deep into the soul.

Over the years, the evil fire has been constantly burning her meridians and scorching her spirit.

That pain had seeped deep into her bones, becoming an inescapable part of her life.

She had almost forgotten what it felt like to be free from the scorching heat of flames.

And now, she feels it.

The cool soul power, like sweet rain, flowed through every inch of her parched and burning meridians.

The violent and manic energy that had been lurking within her like a leech was defeated and gradually dissolved in the face of this cold power, as if it had encountered its natural enemy.

In the sea of ​​spirit, the surging black fire was receding at a visible speed, revealing a clear and rational blue sky.

The feeling of relief, as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted, and the immense happiness of returning from hell to heaven, instantly overwhelmed all her willpower.

My nerves, which had been taut for over a decade, finally relaxed completely at this moment.

"Um……"

A suppressed moan, tinged with languor and satisfaction, escaped uncontrollably from her lips.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the frozen, silent forest.

As her mind relaxed, her body also lost all its strength.

Her previously tense and fiery body, strained by pain, suddenly went limp, and she collapsed forward as if she had lost all her bones.

Yin Chen groaned, feeling a hot yet soft furnace crash solidly into his arms.

He instinctively reached out his other hand and wrapped it around her soft waist, preventing the two of them from falling to the ground together.

The posture at this moment has become incredibly ambiguous.

Ma Xiaotao was practically clinging to Yin Chen.

Her head rested limply on Yin Chen's shoulder, her hot breath, accompanied by the faint scent of jasmine, brushed against Yin Chen's ears and neck, bringing waves of tingling, itchy sensations.

Her burning hot body, separated only by a thin layer of clothing, pressed tightly against Yin Chen's body.

That amazing softness and elasticity, those curves that could make any man's blood boil, were being transmitted to Yin Chen's body without reservation.

(End of this chapter)