Douluo: The Throne of Ice

Chapter 75 Old Zhao's Analysis: A Glimpse of Suppression of Wu Feng

After a brief conversation, Shu Yan asked with a light laugh:

"What, Sect Leader Ning, have you come here to pay respects to your ancestors?"

Ning Xiangxue maintained a gentle smile and nodded slightly.

"This is an ironclad rule passed down through my Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School. No matter how busy we are, this rule cannot be broken."

"understand…"

Shu Yan smiled again, then said softly.

"Since that's the case, we won't bother Sect Leader Ning any longer. We were entrusted to come here to handle some minor matters, and we didn't expect to run into Sect Leader Ning and his group by chance. We still have important matters to attend to, which is a pity. If we had the time, we would definitely like to visit the legendary Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with Sect Leader Ning, but due to reality, we are afraid we won't have that opportunity."

Ning Xiangxue's expression stiffened slightly, then she chuckled and said:

"The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School always welcomes friends. If you have time, please be sure to come and visit. The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School will certainly treat you as an honored guest..."

Shu Yan waved his hand, his gaze meeting briefly with the one behind Ning Xiangxue, before he said:

"In that case, Sect Leader Ning, we shall meet again another day..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the group from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School wisely made way for them. Shu Yan led the three women past them. The Ice Emperor secretly waved his fist at Elder Wu, who looked bitter. He didn't know why this seemingly cold and beautiful powerhouse always looked at him strangely.

Fortunately, Hyotei did not make any further moves, which made Old Wu's wildly beating heart feel a little better.

Once Shu Yan and the other three were completely out of sight, Ning Xiangxue finally breathed a sigh of relief. She leaned against a nearby broken boulder and then took the silk handkerchief from Ning Tian to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead.

"I really don't know where these four people came from. Each of them has such a terrifying aura. If it weren't for Elder Wu and Elder Zhao, I, the sect master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, would probably have been humiliated in public..."

Ning Xiangxue paused for a moment before speaking with a hint of bitterness.

Old Zhao, who had remained silent the entire time, finally spoke up:

"Sect Leader, there's something I'm hesitant to say..."

Ning Xiangxue returned the silk scarf to Empress Ning with a nod, and then said:

"Mr. Zhao, please speak frankly. We're all family here, so there's nothing to hesitate about."

Old Zhao paused for a moment before speaking:

"I heard the old shaman talk about those two powerful figures before, and at first I thought he was making a mountain out of a molehill. But after facing them myself today, I realized that what the old shaman said was true..."

"I am already at level ninety-five, but from the other two women besides those two young men and women, I felt a terror that cannot be described in words."

"If I really had to describe how I felt about those two women... to be honest, I once met the Gluttonous Douluo of Shrek Academy, and his strength was something I could only look up to. But I had a feeling that even the Gluttonous Douluo paled in comparison to that white-haired woman..."

The silk scarf slipped straight from Ning Tian's hand and was then swept away by the raging sandstorm, its whereabouts unknown.

Ning Xiangxue's mouth was slightly open, and for a moment she didn't know how to speak.

The same was true of the Red Dragon Douluo, Wu Lao. He wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and felt incredibly lucky.

After a long silence, Ning Xiangxue finally spoke in a deep voice:

"Elder Zhao... are you saying that the white-haired woman is actually a Limit Douluo?"

Old Zhao hesitated for a moment, but in the end he shook his head.

"I'm not sure if she's a Limit Douluo, but I'm certain that her strength is definitely no less than that of the Gluttonous Douluo. That's the only thing I'm sure of."

After a long while, Ning Xiangxue rubbed her temples and said with some melancholy:

"yes……"

"A powerhouse no less than the Gluttonous Douluo, and the woman with dark green hair beside her is at least a Super Douluo. The soul power levels of the two boys and girls are also hidden; at least I can't see through them from behind. Sigh... With such a lineup, it's hard to imagine which major power or hidden sect they come from..."

Just as everyone was silent, a small voice suddenly came from the corner:

"That...that person's aura was terrifying. She only glanced at me, and I felt my martial spirit being completely suppressed, even my soul seemed to be frozen..."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and were surprised to find that it was Wu Feng, who had been following Ning Tian.

But Wu Feng's appearance at this moment was so different from her usual proud demeanor. She was curled up under a rock like an abandoned puppy. Her originally rosy skin was now completely pale, and even her lips were bitten until they bled.

"Little Wind!"

Ning Tian exclaimed in surprise, then quickly stepped forward to help the trembling Wu Feng to his feet, asking with concern:

"Xiao Feng, how are you?"

Wu Feng, holding Ning Tian's waist, shook his head slightly, looking at the crowd that had quickly gathered around him and the trembling expression on Elder Wu's face, before saying haltingly:

"I...I'm fine, it's just that my martial spirit and soul power were suppressed. The person who was just talking to Aunt Ning has a very powerful ice-attribute martial spirit, and so does his sister. They just glanced at me casually, and I...felt like all the blood in my body was frozen...it was really terrifying..."

As she spoke, a tear slid down Wu Feng's cheek and fell to the ground.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. Then, Ning Xiangxue took a deep breath and looked at Elder Wu, asking:

"Elder Wu, can you feel anything?"

The old shaman frowned deeply and said in a heavy tone:

"Sect Master, I'm not lying, but the auras those four people exuded from beginning to end were far too weak. Old Zhao was only able to detect some clues because of the characteristics of his own martial soul. As for me... I really didn't feel anything. In addition, my attention wasn't on this aspect. Even if I really investigated further, I could only come to the same conclusion as Xiao Feng at most..."

Standing to the side, the old God Douluo Zhao had an unreadable expression on his aged face. He bent down and transferred some pure soul power to Wu Feng, then gently placed a finger on the back of Wu Feng's neck. Instantly, Wu Feng fell into a deep sleep.

"I transferred some soul power to Xiaofeng and let her sleep peacefully for a while. The suppression of martial soul attributes is inherently unsolvable, not to mention that judging from the suppression and fright Xiaofeng suffered, everything she said should be true."

"The fire attribute of Old Witch and Xiao Feng's Red Dragon Martial Soul is already among the top in the world. The only Martial Soul I can think of that can defeat the Red Dragon in terms of fire attribute is Shrek Academy's Evil Fire Phoenix. That boy is no more than fifteen years old, and his cultivation should be around the Soul King level. We didn't detect any soul power fluctuations just now, and the other party had no reason to deliberately target Xiao Feng. The young sect master didn't even feel anything. Only a slight leak of aura could have such a big impact on Xiao Feng. There is only one reason..."

Old Zhao spoke in a deep voice, looking at Wu Feng's furrowed brows even in his unconscious state, then at the worried and astonished crowd, before saying each word clearly:

"Both siblings possess extremely powerful ice-attribute martial souls, with their ice attribute level being exceptionally high, possibly even reaching the legendary pinnacle..."

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(End of this chapter)