Douluo Continent: Huo Yuhao, the Thief of Heaven

After class, Tang Ya couldn't help but face a real problem: how could she reach level 30?

Tang Ya was quite confident in her talent and hard work. Her innate level four Blue Silver Grass soul power was not low among Blue Silver Grass, but it was still too low compared to other top-level martial souls.

If she put in the effort, Tang Ya was confident that she was no less talented than any of the geniuses in Shrek, but compared to a true workaholic who worked tirelessly year-round, she was still too lazy.

If things continue like this, I'll definitely be in a situation where I can't go up or down. What should I do?

"Xiaoya, I will always be by your side."

As soon as get out of class ended, Beibei hugged Tang Ya tightly right in front of the classroom door.

Tang Ya leaned against him and nodded slowly, indicating that she would also be with Bei Bei.

She seemed to see something that made her despair in that embrace: even if she became a reserve team member, even if she became a member of the Seven Devils, what good would it do?

She will definitely be left far behind by the exceptionally talented Beibei. Even if Beibei stops and waits for her to catch up, so what?

She would eventually run helplessly, watching Beibei's retreating figure until it disappeared from sight.

I need power.

Black vines sprouted from Tang Ya's fingertips, and just before they were about to pierce Bei Bei's skin, they suddenly retracted.

She needs power, she needs power no matter what, she needs to be powerful enough to revive the Tang Clan!

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"Achoo! This place is so cold!"

Xuanzi blew his nose and smeared it on himself without any regard for his image, making Ling Luochen across from him feel nauseous.

There was nothing he could do; after all, Elder Xuan was the Vice Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion, and he still had time out of his "busy schedule" to help him hunt souls.

Inside this tavern, which is very close to the far north, the two of them are preparing supplies for their journey into the far north.

It was snowing heavily outside, and even Super Douluo and Ice-type Soul Masters dared not venture out.

However, it was only a matter of a day or two, so they prepared supplies while also learning from the locals how to gather in taverns to drink on snowy days.

"Really? Chen Da, you actually survived the Snowfield Wolf King?"

Suddenly, a customer at the next table who was drinking exclaimed.

Out of boredom, Xuanzi popped a handful of peanuts into his mouth and drank it down in one gulp with the local specialty, absinthe.

The people at the next table were just ordinary people without soul power, and what they said was just worthless information; they were just there for amusement.

"That's right. I used all my strength to kill several hundred-year-old snow wolves."

As he spoke, Chen Da pulled open the collar of his clothes, revealing several hideous and terrifying scars.

He smiled and showed it to everyone.

Actually, the main target of the display was Ling Luochen, the beautiful woman at the next table with a cool and aloof temperament. This behavior is similar to male courtship in nature.

He believed that his manly behavior would surely attract the attention of the beautiful woman opposite him.

This beautiful woman from out of town must be the daughter of a Soul Master family. Maybe I'll end up like the poor boy in the storybook who hooks up with a noble lady?

At that time, I will not ask for the family fortune of the rich girl. I only want her to give me a son or daughter with spiritual power.

Ling Luochen's face darkened to the extreme; she had also figured out what Chen Da meant.

She really couldn't understand why the men around her were all so shameless.

Needless to say, Elder Xuan is not interested in either men or women, and even if he were interested in me, he would be too old.

Dai Yueheng was the lowest of the low, and he was as arrogant as a rooster every day, saying that he was the heir to the White Tiger Duke.

He also has a very young fiancée, yet he still wants to take himself and Ma Xiaotao into his harem.

Gongyang Mo...

Isn't that her best friend?

She herself found Chen Zifeng exceptionally adorable. Although he was already eighteen, it wouldn't be wrong for him to be a legal young boy. In the end, he hurt her the most.

"Um, Sister Luo Chen. It's embarrassing, but... but..."

I like big breasts.

Then Chen Zifeng glanced shyly at Ma Xiaotao beside him. Ma Xiaotao looked over in confusion and subconsciously straightened up.

"Tsk—"

Thinking of this, Ling Luochen clicked her tongue in anger, stood up, and walked back to her guest room.

"What's wrong with this child?" Xuanzi asked, chewing on a chicken leg and eating peanuts.

He took a delicious sip and then asked the waiter to add another plate of chicken legs.

"In the blink of an eye, I drew my sword and killed both century-old snow wolves..."

Even though Ling Luochen left, it didn't stop Chen Da from continuing to brag. Xuanzi couldn't help but sigh that this person really had some talent for crosstalk.

His story was so vivid and captivating that Xuanzi would have believed it too, had he not been convinced that ordinary people could never defeat a hundred-year-old soul beast.

"Just as my brothers and I were locked in a fierce battle with the Wang brothers, a sudden and unexpected change occurred!"

Everyone pricked up their ears, eager to know what had happened.

"A thousand-year-old snowfield wolf king suddenly appeared on the battlefield! That beast severely injured Brother Wang in a single move!"

Everyone fell silent, not daring to utter a sound, as they listened to Chen Da's captivating story.

Xuanzi takes a bite of peanuts, a bite of chicken leg, and a sip of wine—how delightful!

Subsequently, the men of the Wang and Chen families fought fiercely with the thousand-year-old Snowfield Wolf King for three hundred rounds, but were ultimately defeated and began to flee.

That was yet another thrilling escape.

Xuanzi was still drinking and eating peanuts and chicken legs.

"Perhaps it was our destiny to survive. Just when we were in despair, a powerful being descended from the heavens and stood in our way!"

Everyone gasped in shock.

"That powerful man had a tattoo on his back, which depicted all sorts of strange and poisonous insects, including centipedes, scorpions, toads, and even cicadas."

"Who has such a messy tattoo? Chen Da is just bragging." One diner complained.

His companion then slapped him and yelled, "Shut up and listen properly!"

Most people know how powerful soul beasts are, and they all just listen to Chen Da's experience as a joke; no one takes it seriously.

When he claimed to have single-handedly killed two century-old snow wolves, it was pretty much clear that Chen Da was exaggerating.

"The powerful figure was depicted with a green dragon on his left and a white tiger on his right. His fists moved with tremendous force, striking the Snowfield Wolf King one punch after another. Unexpectedly—"

Chen Da suddenly became mysterious, whetting everyone's appetite.

"He's actually an ice-type Soul Master! Every punch he threw left frozen marks on the Snow Wolf King!"

The sound of wind and snow stopped, and the chewing sounds gradually subsided and eventually ceased.

Xuanzi recalled that the Snowfield Wolf King was an ice-immune soul beast, and its body could not freeze.

The only possible attack that could freeze the Snow Wolf King is this:

The ultimate ice!