Douluo Continent: Dark Demon God Biao, inheriting the position of an evil god

Wang Dong'er stood at the very front of the crowd, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.

Although she had witnessed Dai Yuntian's incredible skill in condensing water into ice, she still couldn't help but feel a little worried for him when faced with such a terrifying beast.

Zhu Lu also stood not far away, her beautiful eyes fixed on the scene.

"Lulu, aren't you nervous? This is a 30,000-year-old bloodthirsty bear!"

Cui Yajie, standing next to her, was so nervous that her palms were sweating, and she kept carefully rubbing her hands together.

"No, I believe in Brother Yuntian."

Zhu Lu smiled slightly.

What is a 30,000-year-old bloodthirsty bear?
You should know that these past few days, when he was in the family, Brother Yuntian had sparred with the Soul Saint Elders of the family quite a bit, and without exception, he almost always crushed them.

"Young Master, do you think Dai Yuntian will win?"

Wu Feng asked curiously.

Ning Tian shook his head and objectively analyzed, "I don't know... It's hard to judge. He is indeed very powerful, with three 100,000-year soul rings, but the Bloodthirsty Mad Bear is not weak either, and it is also 30,000-year. Compared to a Soul King, he is undoubtedly much stronger. If you ask me, it's probably a 40/60 split, with Dai Yuntian at 40."

40/60 split?

Dai Qiu'er's lips twitched involuntarily, and a scene flashed through her eyes.

Dai Yuntian tore the Bloodthirsty Bear into six pieces in four minutes.

the other side.

Gong Changlong was completely focused, secretly raising his soul power, ready to save people at any moment.

He was determined that as soon as Dai Yuntian showed the slightest sign of weakness, he would rush down immediately.

However, faced with the terrifying pressure and demonstrative roar of the bloodthirsty bear that could terrify ordinary people, Dai Yuntian merely tilted his head slightly, as if he had only heard an ordinary dog ​​bark.

He even... raised his hand and, with a hint of disdain, gently fanned himself in front of his nose.

"Ugh, it stinks."

The flat tone, carrying an undisguised hint of disdain, clearly reached the ears of those nearby.

Wang Dong'er: "..."

Ning Tian: "..."

Cui Yajie: "..."

Wu Feng: "..."

All the instructors and students: "..."

Gong Changlong's lips twitched: "..."

This kid, even when he's about to die, he's still so talkative?

The bloodthirsty bear seemed to understand the "provocation" of this human ant, or rather, it was completely enraged by Dai Yuntian's dismissive attitude.

"Roar--!!"

It roared and, on all fours, charged towards Dai Yuntian with the ferocity of a runaway truck, carrying a crushing momentum.

However, Dai Yuntian remained standing in place, but his eyes flashed and the soul rings began to fall one by one.

purple!
purple!
When the third spirit ring, symbolizing the Ice Emperor's 600,000 years of cultivation, fell, Dai Yuntian deliberately controlled the range of the spirit ring's ferocity in order not to cause unnecessary trouble like Huo Yuhao in the original work.

Therefore, this terrifying beastly pressure only permeated the arena and did not affect the soul beasts in the other cages.

But even so.

This terrifying ferocity caused the bloodthirsty bear to stop in its tracks. It stared at Dai Yuntian in terror, not daring to take another step forward.

Even his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

As a 30,000-year-old soul beast, it already possesses considerable intelligence.

"What's going on? Why isn't the Bloodthirsty Bear moving?"

"I know! It must be Dai Yuntian's 100,000-year soul ring!"

"That's impossible. Aren't 100,000-year spirit rings only good for scaring humans? How could a low-intelligence spirit beast like the Bloodthirsty Bear be scared?"

Upon hearing this, the Bloodthirsty Bear glared fiercely at the person who said it.

You're the one with low intelligence, your whole family has low intelligence!
It's clumsy, but not stupid!
A 100,000-year spirit ring certainly wouldn't scare it, but tell me, is this really a 100,000-year spirit ring?

The 100,000-year-old spirit ring possessed such an aura that it was almost suffocating. Just as everyone was wondering...

The next second, Dai Yuntian moved.

There was no earth-shattering burst of soul power, no dazzling and gorgeous soul rings appeared, and he didn't even make any big movements.

He simply raised his right hand.

Bring your index and middle fingers together and gently tap the bloodthirsty bear.

"Certainly."

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, a layer of crystal-clear, icy blue light, radiating extreme cold, appeared.

Centered on the void pointed to by Dai Yuntian's fingertip, the ripples spread out instantly, like ripples on a lake after a stone has been thrown in, covering the entire head of the bloodthirsty bear, and then spreading to its neck, torso, and limbs...

Click, click, click...

A series of faint, dense freezing sounds rang out.

In the blink of an eye, the once ferocious and arrogant ten-thousand-year-old bloodthirsty bear was transformed into a lifelike ice sculpture.

However, to everyone's surprise, it was simply frozen.

The life force had not disappeared, and the fluctuations of soul power still existed, indicating that it was still alive, but was sealed in an absolutely still state by the ice.

"Am I...am I seeing things?!"

"Instant kill? That was a 30,000-year-old bloodthirsty bear!"

"How come I couldn't see anything clearly?"

"Ice! It's ice! Instantly frozen! My God!"

"Brother Yuntian...you're awesome!!"

"Look, everyone! Old Master Gong is completely dumbfounded! Hahaha!"

Dai Yuntian withdrew his hand and shook it lightly.

Then, he turned around, looked at the still petrified Gong Changlong on the high platform, and calmly spoke:
"Master Gong, has the assessment been completed?"

Gong Changlong suddenly jolted awake, as if waking from a deep dream.

He looked at the huge ice sculpture in the center of the arena.

Then look down at the black-haired boy below, whose face is indifferent, as if he had just casually frozen a block of ice.

Gong Changlong's lips trembled a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but he found that his throat was so dry that he could not make any complete sound.

This...what is this?
Show off your spirit ring and scare a ten-thousand-year-old spirit beast into paralysis, then walk over and casually swat it into an ice sculpture like swatting a fly?
It's a live cryogenic freezing?!
He has lived to such an old age, experienced countless storms, met countless geniuses, and witnessed countless unbelievable battles.

But what he was seeing was the most outrageous and mind-blowing "battle" he had ever witnessed in his life!
This is no longer a battle; it's practically a one-sided, dimensional-lowering attack... a toy!
No, it's not even playing around; it's more like a giant dealing with a terrified insect.

Gong Changlong took several deep breaths before he could barely suppress the turmoil in his heart.

He stared intently at Dai Yuntian with an expression as if he were looking at a monster, and after a long while, he finally squeezed out four words, one by one, through gritted teeth:
"pass!"

"Full marks!"

And in that moment of complete shock and deathly silence...

in the crowd.

Dai Qiu'er was quietly watching Dai Yuntian in the center of the arena, her exquisite eyes sparkling with interest.

Then, her gaze fell on the bloodthirsty bear that was frozen in ice but clearly still alive.

It neither kills nor injures, but simply freezes them.

She muttered thoughtfully, "Could the master have misjudged? His attitude towards soul beasts really doesn't seem like that of other humans..."

And here.

After receiving Gong Changlong's affirmative answer, Dai Yuntian simply nodded, then, as if remembering something, added:
"By the way, this ice should last for a few hours. Remember to light a fire and warm it up after it thaws, so it doesn't catch a cold."

Everyone: "..."

Gong Changlong's lips twitched violently again.

This kid... isn't his focus a little off?

Could a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast catch a cold from the cold? (End of Chapter)