Douluo Dragon King: I'm creating a golden age behind the scenes!

Clang!

As the staff and sword clashed, countless sparks burst forth and intertwined between them. Zhou Mingyu gripped the hilt tightly, keeping the blade vertical, and slashed down again.

Ding, ding!

Qian Gu Feng Jin moved his coiled dragon staff to parry the sword strike. Then, using the strength of his arm and wrist joints, he swung the coiled dragon staff again.

Unfortunately, this blow did not deter Zhou Mingyu. He gripped the gleaming Xuanbing sword tightly against the tip of the staff and refused to budge an inch.

When Qian Gu Feng Jin's Panlong Staff clashed with the Xuanbing Sword, he noticed that the staff, which was enhanced with the Body-Breaking Soul Skill, was dimming. Then, a chilling energy flowed from the staff into his hand, trying to invade his body.

"This aura! Is this the ultimate ice?!"

Qian Gu Feng Jin was startled. He forced his way out, swinging his staff to push Zhou Mingyu back. He then activated the dragon soul power within the Panlong Staff, attempting to block the aura directly from his body.

bang~

The Panlong Staff let out a dragon's roar, and a purple dragon shadow emerged from the staff, shattering the frost on the staff and scattering it all around.

The Panlong Staff martial soul is the inherited martial soul of the Qiangu family. Ordinary Panlong Staffs are just high-level martial souls, but the reason why it can be famous all over the world and allow the Qiangu family to firmly sit in the position of tower master of the Spirit Transmission Tower is that the power of the dragon soul residing in it is the real support.

After the Panlong Staff awakens, it acquires a dragon soul, thus qualifying as a top-tier martial soul. He came from a branch lineage and was originally destined to be excluded from the main lineage's inheritance of the Evil-Slaying Dragon Soul and the White Dragon Soul.

He was also blessed with good fortune, and his martial soul underwent a benign mutation, with a thunder dragon soul residing inside the staff. That's why the clan leader made an exception and taught him a move called the Unyielding Staff Technique.

The competition within the Qian Gu family is fierce, and it is already quite remarkable that he was able to stand out in a branch.

He wouldn't have come here if it weren't to assemble a set of battle armor for himself.

"Such a domineering aura! Its corrosive power is incredibly strong. If I hadn't been prepared, my meridians would probably be frozen solid!"

Although his Thunder Dragon Soul blocked some of the erosion and destruction of the extreme ice, a small portion still entered Qian Gu Feng Jin's body with the sword energy, hindering the circulation of his soul power.

Sure enough, when the two clashed again, Qian Gu Feng Jin's movements were still swift, but compared to before, his staff technique showed a slight sluggishness. Although it was only a minor flaw, it still gave Zhou Mingyu an opportunity.

He took a deep breath and concentrated all his strength in his right arm.

Immediately afterwards, he stomped his right foot on the ground, creating a shallow crater, and shot towards his opponent like an arrow.

"First Soul Skill! Mystic Ice Spike!"

With a thrust of his sword, the sword energy was as cold and sharp as ice shards, carrying a bone-chilling coldness, and it was about to succeed.

"Third Soul Skill! Coiling Dragon Body Protection!"

Qian Gu Feng Jin activated his third soul skill, wielding the Panlong Staff to protect himself, forming a soul power light screen around his body, which blocked the attack.

"You're quite good. Even if an ordinary Soul King were on guard, they wouldn't be able to block my attack so easily."

Zhou Mingyu became more and more serious as he fought, and he also attached greater and greater importance to the title of "Eternal Feng Jin". His skills in wielding the Xuanbing Sword became more and more ingenious.

One after another, sharp sword energies, imbued with an extremely cold sword intent, continued to attack Qian Gu Feng Jin.

"You're the monster! A Great Soul Master, yet you're this hard to beat."

Qian Gu Feng Jin felt his movements gradually slowing down and the temperature in the arena continuing to drop, and smiled bitterly.

[I didn't expect this battle armor to be so difficult to obtain. No, dragging this out any longer will only put me at a disadvantage. I must finish this quickly!]

Then Qian Gu Feng Jin twisted his wrist to deflect the Xuanbing Sword that Zhou Mingyu had placed on the staff.

Then, the second spirit ring lit up, releasing the spirit skill – Thunder Dragon Strike.

His body and the dragon-shaped staff in his hand were covered by the purple dragon soul phantom. Then, he swung the dragon-shaped staff with staff techniques, smashing it hard against the ground with a deafening sound, shattering the sword energy and crushing the extremely cold aura.

"Zhou Mingyu, if we continue fighting like this, who knows when we'll be able to determine a winner? How about we settle this with one move? What do you say?"

Zhou Mingyu saw through his thoughts but didn't stop him; he simply said loudly:

"Alright! As you wish!"

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them, and a deep, powerful roar erupted from the depths of his throat: "Mystic Ice Sword Domain, open!"

In an instant, an intensely powerful and suffocating chill spread wildly in all directions from Zhou Mingyu's center. The once clear sky was instantly shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds, completely blocking out the sunlight and plunging the entire area into darkness.

A biting wind howled and swept in, as if a demon from the coldest land was roaring, cutting like a knife on people's faces.

Sword energy crisscrossed the arena, resembling nimble ice snakes weaving freely through the air.

These sword energies, condensed from the power of Xuanbing (mysterious ice), shimmered with a cold blue light and exuded a bone-chilling cold. They intertwined and collided continuously in mid-air, emitting crisp and sharp sounds. Each collision burst forth with a cluster of dazzling ice flowers, which then quickly dissipated into the air.

Some sword energies shot straight into the distance like arrows released from a bow, instantly cutting the stones on the ground into countless tiny fragments wherever they passed; others swirled and danced in the air, forming rotating ice blades, as if searching for prey.

The biting cold seemed to penetrate to the bone marrow, making one feel as if they were in an ice cellar.

Zhou Mingyu stood silently in the center of the domain, as immovable as an ice sculpture. A faint blue light emanated from his body, blending seamlessly with the surrounding sword energy and cold wind. His gaze was firm and ruthless, as if declaring to his opponent that victory in this battle would surely belong to him.

Under the shroud of this Xuanbing Sword Intent domain, he was like the ruler of this icy world, holding the power of life and death over everything.

On the battlefield where sword shadows and icy chill intertwined, Qian Gu Feng Jin keenly detected a brief opening in Zhou Mingyu's Xuanbing Sword Intent Domain. He knew that this fleeting opportunity was the key to turning the tide of the battle.

Qian Gu Feng Jin's expression was cold and stern. He instantly restrained his outward aura, like a ferocious beast about to pounce, crouching down to gather its strength.

He squatted slightly, his feet firmly planted on the ground as if rooted to the spot, his knees bent, gathering all his strength in his lower body.

His waist was taut, like a fully drawn bow, ready to be released. His hands gripped the dragon-patterned staff tightly, his knuckles white from the force, the staff and his arm muscles pressed together as if they were one.

At this moment, his fifth spirit ring began to flash violently, emitting blinding electric light, like a nimble lightning serpent coiling and crawling around his body. Each flash was accompanied by a deep rumble of thunder, as if announcing the arrival of a powerful force.

"Fifth Soul Skill! Thunder Dragon Awakens!" Qian Gu Feng Jin roared, his voice like rolling thunder echoing across the battlefield. In an instant, his aura surged like a volcanic eruption.

A powerful surge of energy erupted from his body, causing the surrounding air to vibrate and hum. Driven by this energy, the phantom of the thunder dragon solidified even further.

The previously faint, illusory outline has now become clearly visible. The dragon scales shimmer with a metallic luster, each one lifelike, as if formed from real lightning. The dragon claws are sharp as blades, slightly curved, revealing boundless domineering power; the dragon eyes are wide open, shooting out two sharp beams of lightning, as if they can pierce through everything.

Immediately afterwards, Qian Gu Feng Jin roared, "Fight against Heaven and Earth!"

The roar was filled with boundless fighting spirit, as if it could shake the entire world.

His eyes burned with a fierce flame, a thirst for victory and an unwavering dedication to the fight.

In the blink of an eye, the dragon-patterned staff in his hand began to dance, its movements as swift as a dragon.

The Coiled Dragon Staff surged forward with unstoppable force, accompanied by a whistling sound. A dense layer of lightning surrounded the staff, with crackling arcs of electricity flashing like nimble snakes slithering across its surface.

With each swing, the sound of air being torn apart could be heard, as if even space itself could not withstand such immense power.

During his charge, Qian Gu Feng Jin's body moved like an arrow released from a bow, moving with incredible speed. His steps were light yet powerful, each one firm and steady, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

His body moved nimbly with the staff techniques, intentionally avoiding the crisscrossing sword energy and biting cold wind in Zhou Mingyu's domain.

The phantom of the thunder dragon followed closely beside Qian Gu Feng Jin, undulating and surging with his movements. Thick bolts of lightning occasionally spewed from the dragon's mouth, shooting towards Zhou Mingyu. These bolts, like winding dragons, carried immense destructive power; wherever they passed, ice shattered and sword energy dissipated.

Qian Gu Feng Jin's offensive was like a surging torrent, forcefully rushing towards Zhou Mingyu.

The tip of the Panlong Staff directly touched the tip of the Xuanbing Sword, and the sword light and the momentum of the Thunder Dragon Staff intertwined and shattered each other.

At this point, it became a contest of soul power and relative levels between the two sides. Both sides almost abandoned defense and simply unleashed their soul power in one collision after another.

Zhou Mingyu was suddenly forced back, and the sword light on the Xuanbing Sword in his hand became even more dazzling, while the chilling aura on the sword became even sharper.

"Second Soul Skill! Mystic Sword Returns to Body!"

The next moment, all the sword light scattered in the arena gathered on the sword, transforming into a blue-green longsword phantom in front of Zhou Mingyu, and fiercely slashed towards Qian Gu Feng Jin.

A flash of cold light appeared, and Zhou Mingyu's expression changed as he gritted his teeth, drew his sword, and retreated.

A cold light struck Qian Gu Feng Jin, stirring up a blizzard that was accompanied by streaks of sword energy, blinding everyone present.

"Cough...cough!"

Zhou Mingyu gripped the Xuanbing Sword, pressing his other hand against his chest, slightly circulating his soul power to calm the dull pain radiating from his chest.

Forcibly activating the sword intent and unifying the sword energy also took a toll on Zhou Mingyu. In addition, when he suddenly withdrew his strength and retreated during the previous clash of soul power, he was still injured by the staff technique of Qian Gu Feng Jin.

Zhou Mingyu was blasted several meters away, while Qian Gu Feng Jin was directly hit by the sword shadow, suffering serious injuries and collapsing to the ground.

"Zhou Mingyu wins the second round!"

The referee quickly announced the result of the match and went over to help Qian Gu Feng Jin, who had fallen to the ground. At this moment, the boy's eyes were closed, his body was cold, and his face was deathly pale.

The referee held his hand and channeled streams of soul power into his body to stabilize his breathing.

. . . . . .

In the Donghai Academy spectator stands, Liu Tianran watched Zhou Mingyu being helped off the stage, lost in thought.

As expected, fighting across three ranks resulted in some minor injuries, but it was already quite good; if he had emerged unscathed, it would have been truly astonishing.

Meanwhile, in the viewing room of the Spirit Pagoda, Leng Yaozhu watched the entire match.

"At such a young age, he has already grasped the essence of swordsmanship; his future is truly limitless!"

In a daze, Leng Yaozhu even saw the figure of that person in that boy. The two were equally young, equally invincible among their generation, and equally brilliant.

"Lord Wang, I will report what I saw to headquarters truthfully."

"Thank you, Your Majesty Tianfeng."