Douluo: The Throne of Ice

Chapter 47 The Former Lower Four Sects, the Southern Alliance

What came into view was a rough and large hand, the owner of which was hidden in the blinding light. Shu Yan couldn't see it clearly at first, but he could roughly tell from the shape of the hand and arm that its owner was definitely a burly and strong man.

Shu Yan turned his head slightly, and his huge hand suddenly grabbed at empty air, making a dull thud as he clenched his fist, demonstrating just how great his owner's strength was.

Seemingly surprised to see his attack miss, the owner of the arm paused for a moment, but the next moment, a punch carrying a fierce aura came immediately. Shu Yan chuckled. From the movement, he saw the other party's probing intention. Under the pretext of not giving way to the other party, he casually threw a punch to meet it directly.

The two fists collided in mid-air, and a wave of air swept out. Shu Yan remained as steady as Mount Tai, without moving an inch from beginning to end. However, the owner of the fist was unable to accept such great power and was sent flying backward, crashing into a glass-encased object with a series of crisp sounds.

As the light gradually dimmed and returned to normal, Shu Yan raised an eyebrow, looked at the group of young men and women in the hall, and then walked in as if nothing had happened, with the two women following closely behind.

Shu Yan glanced around at the dozen or so people in the hall, his steps never faltering, and then he stood in the center of the hall.

Facing the gazes of nearly twenty people, Shu Yan showed almost no unusual reaction. He smiled slightly, his aura calm and restrained, and then slowly said:

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Shu Yan, and the two people behind me are Princess Jiu Jiu and the Ice God Douluo, who is worshipped by the Empire. On behalf of the Empire, I welcome you all from afar."

Shu Yan's voice wasn't loud, but it was incredibly penetrating. Several burly men at the back of the crowd looked at Shu Yan with eyes full of anger, but after hearing Shu Yan's words, they seemed to deflate suddenly. Judging from their attire, these men were the companions of the burly man from before.

Not far away, two people were helping up the burly man who had just been knocked away by Shu Yan. The burly man shook his muddled head, his anger almost undisguised. He roared and then violently broke free from the two people beside him. Four soul rings suddenly rose from his feet, two yellow and two purple, a normal ratio.

After the martial spirit possessed him, the burly man's already explosive muscles swelled up again, and his height increased to about two meters. Black demonic patterns crawled all over his chest and cheeks, and his hands visibly transformed into black tiger claws that gleamed with cold light. The next moment, his body suddenly surged forward, charging towards Shu Yan in the manner of a predator hunting its prey.

Shu Yan chuckled lightly, and looking at the obvious demonic patterns on the big man's body and the illusory martial spirit behind him, he had already determined what kind of martial spirit the big man possessed.

Black Tiger is considered to be at the bottom of the top-tier beast spirits, with a quality slightly lower than the White Tiger family's inherited spirit, White Tiger. It possesses extremely powerful strength and attack power, and its speed far surpasses other offensive beast spirits. This kind of spirit has a lineage within the Star Luo Empire, and their ancestors were the Black Tiger Sect, a continental sect that submitted to the Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago.

Those who possess this kind of martial spirit have almost never appeared in the world since the war of gods ten thousand years ago. Those who do not know them may think that they have long since perished in the river of time. But now it seems that in the dark corners unknown to the world, they are still growing and taking root tenaciously, and are even still considered to be thriving.

Faced with the burly man's fierce attack, Shu Yan didn't even glance at him. He casually snapped his fingers, and the next moment, frost began to spread rapidly from the ground. The burly man's expression suddenly froze, and his body stiffened inch by inch. His body, which had been floating in mid-air, was encased in a layer of solid ice, turning into a human-shaped ice sculpture that crashed heavily to the ground.

A commotion arose in the crowd. Those who had some connection with the person on the ground all had grim faces, and the others were no better off.

Shu Yan glanced at the crowd again, then sat down on the soft sofa and spoke once more:

"He's fine. I just wanted him to have some peace and quiet. We meant no harm. We're here simply to discuss an important matter with you all, and I think you'll be interested in it..."

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment. The few people who had been blocking the front of the crowd consciously stepped aside. Behind them was a stunningly beautiful girl quietly leaning against the sofa.

The girl appeared to be around the same age as Shu Yan, with long, smooth, dark blue hair and delicate, well-defined features. Her brows carried a subtle air of indifference and aloofness, but what was most striking was her sky-blue bangs. This unusual combination did not detract from her overall beauty; instead, it gave her an innate sense of mystery and ethereal charm, arousing curiosity in others.

Overall, the girl's appearance is extremely stunning, even comparable to Xu Jiujiu. However, the biggest difference between the two lies in the emphasis of their overall appearance. Xu Jiujiu is noble and elegant, while this girl is indifferent and mysterious.

The young girl's gaze gently fell on Shu Yan and the two women behind him, a fleeting hint of amazement flashing in her eyes. But she quickly regained her composure and asked in a calm voice:

"The Star Luo royal family and we have been secretly on good terms for thousands of years. What, are you now prepared to personally shatter this friendly alliance and exterminate us? Or have we already lost our value?"

Shu Yan smiled gently, then said softly:

"You're overthinking it. The royal family still maintains a friendly attitude towards you. I don't know when this alliance of thousands of years will break, but at least it won't happen in our generation."

The girl's gaze was fixed on Shu Yan's eyes. She gave a light scoff and then said:

"That would be for the best, otherwise it wouldn't be good news for either of us."

Shu Yan waved his hand, his posture casual yet elegant. He looked into the girl's beautiful smoky blue eyes and chuckled softly:

"What? Aren't you going to introduce yourselves? My understanding of you is limited to what I've seen today."

Upon hearing this, the girl sat up slightly, glanced at the crowd behind her, and then said calmly:

"Luo Qinghan, a level 49 control-type Battle Soul Master. Behind me are the younger generation of other families in the Southern Alliance, which I will not introduce one by one."

Shu Yan was slightly taken aback when he heard the term "Southern Alliance." Indeed, this term did not appear in the intelligence he had been given for a long time.

Luo Qinghan seemed to have noticed the subtle change in Shu Yan's emotions, but still spoke calmly:

"The Southern Alliance is a new force formed by the combination of families and forces that have suffered from worldly exclusion and are burdened with hatred and insults. Only we call ourselves this. Outside the world, people call us the remnants of the Spirit Hall and those who bear sins."

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(End of this chapter)