Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

Yue Qingge was completely unfazed by the pressure. She dusted off her robes and looked up at Guangling Douluo: "Old man, how come you're as weak and powerless as a sissy?"

After saying that, he also raised his middle finger.

Then he turned around and ran away into the distance. Guangling Douluo's face darkened for a moment, but he did not chase after him immediately.

His gaze swept across the night, carefully observing every dark corner.

He survived all these years not because of brute force, but because of caution.

After confirming there was no ambush, he gave chase. Yue Qingge walked through the night, and suddenly a palace phantom appeared in her palm.

Unusually, Guangling Douluo did not retreat but pulled the bowstring to its limit, causing the bow to creak.

"I'm too lazy to play with you anymore."

His voice turned cold. "You are indeed a genius, but please, take this—my ninth soul skill." His eyes instantly lit up—not metaphorically, but literally. His aura surged to its peak, unleashing the full pressure of a level 97 Title Douluo. "Light Feather Ice God Break!"

The moment the arrow shot from his fingertips, the world changed color. Only the golden light burning on that arrow remained in the entire sky.

"This is my strongest attack. Only a level 97 old thing can break it."

Meanwhile, Yue Qingge was quickly surrounded by the surrounding light feathers, which gradually compressed her living space.

With nowhere to hide, the light in Yue Qingge's palm shone brightly.

The moment the Ice God Palace landed, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and the arrows of the Light Feather Douluo also disappeared.

The arrow, burning with golden flames, aimed straight for Yue Qingge's heart. But he threw out a peculiar gem, and the moment it flew out, the surrounding ice crystals were shattered into powder.

Light Feather Douluo was panting heavily, staring intently at the ball of ice mist.

His ninth soul skill center will tear everything within a ten-zhang radius to shreds and incinerate.

The icy fog lingered, and the palace did not disappear.

Guangling Douluo frowned as he saw a figure. It was a short figure with long green hair. She was only about as tall as Yue Qingge's shoulder, but the aura emanating from her made Guangling Douluo's blood freeze. On her slender hands were the phantom images of two pincers.

She gently clamped the golden flame between her two pliers.

Guangling Douluo's eyes widened, but he still couldn't make out the figure clearly. He knew he had kicked a hornet's nest.

Under the stunned gaze of the Light Feather Douluo, the short figure parted his hands. The arrow snapped in two.

With a "crack," it broke into two pieces and fell from her hands.

Yue Qingge let out a long breath and muttered softly, "Luckily, I made it in time."

Ice Emperor released the pincers, turned her head and glanced at Light Feather Douluo, who instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Every cell in his body was screaming at him: Don't move, or you'll die.

A fine layer of cold sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down his temples. Hyotei withdrew his gaze and tapped Yue Qingge on the forehead. "I'm still cultivating, and you've already summoned me."

She said with a hint of reproach, "If it weren't for the coordinates of the Ice God's Palace, I might not have made it in time."

Yue Qingge winced in pain, let out a soft "sigh," and staggered back two steps, clutching her forehead with one hand.

Hyotei's dangerous pupils softened instantly.

She quickly stepped forward and reached out her small hand to rub Yue Qingge's forehead, but in her heart she was cursing herself: Hyotei, Hyotei, really, you don't even know how to be gentle.

Then she caught a glimpse of Yue Qingge's smug, mischievous smile. Hyotei's hand froze, her gaze shifting from soft to sharp in less than a breath.

Turning gentleness into force, another "thump" landed on Yue Qingge's forehead, causing her to stumble and almost lose her balance.

"You're still as cheeky as ever." The two's flirting had completely enraged Guangling Douluo. "Hey!"

His voice was forced out through clenched teeth, laced with anger. "Can't you two have a little bit of sportsmanship?"

Damn it, if I hadn't been locked up by that figure, I would have shot you both through the heart with an arrow long ago.

Disturbed by him, Hyotei's eyes turned cold again.

She turned around, her feet stepping into the void, and in less than a moment, the two emerald green pincers appeared beside her.

He walked step by step toward the Light Feather Douluo.

With each step she took, an ice flower condensed in the air and floated behind her. "Don't you know that interrupting is forbidden when I'm speaking?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a phantom image of her true form appeared in front of her.

It was a bright green scorpion, several meters long, with amber-colored patterns flowing on its carapace.

Its six legs were slightly bent, its two giant claws were raised high, and the hook at the end of its tail was raised high, with the tip gathering ice-blue light.

The pupils of the Light Feather Douluo shrank sharply. He wanted to dodge, but his body resisted. She said with a hint of reproach, "If it weren't for the coordinates of the Ice God Palace, I might not have made it in time."

Yue Qingge winced in pain, let out a soft "sigh," and staggered back two steps, clutching her forehead with one hand.

Hyotei's dangerous pupils softened instantly.

She quickly stepped forward and reached out her small hand to rub Yue Qingge's forehead, but in her heart she was cursing herself: Hyotei, Hyotei, really, you don't even know how to be gentle.

Then she caught a glimpse of Yue Qingge's smug, mischievous smile. Hyotei's hand froze, her gaze shifting from soft to sharp in less than a breath.

Turning gentleness into force, another "thump" landed on Yue Qingge's forehead, causing her to stumble and almost lose her balance.

"You're still as cheeky as ever." The two's flirting had completely enraged Guangling Douluo. "Hey!"

His voice was forced out through clenched teeth, laced with anger. "Can't you two have a little bit of sportsmanship?"

Damn it, if I hadn't been locked up by that figure, I would have shot you both through the heart with an arrow long ago.

Disturbed by him, Hyotei's eyes turned cold again.

She turned around, her feet stepping into the void, and in less than a moment, the two emerald green pincers appeared beside her.

He walked step by step toward the Light Feather Douluo.

With each step she took, an ice flower condensed in the air and floated behind her. "Don't you know that interrupting is forbidden when I'm speaking?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a phantom image of her true form appeared in front of her.

It was a bright green scorpion, several meters long, with amber-colored patterns flowing on its carapace.

Its six legs were slightly bent, its two giant claws were raised high, and the hook at the end of its tail was raised high, with the tip gathering ice-blue light.

The pupils of the Light Feather Douluo shrank sharply; he wanted to dodge, but his body defied his will.

Chapter 173 The Curtain

Fear seeped into his very bones; he was pinned to the spot, like a live target pierced by the light, leaving behind a trail of icy snowflakes.

Guangling Douluo clutched his chest and retreated repeatedly.

He had never heard of a Title Douluo with ice attributes. The existence of the Snow Empress had already surprised him for a long time, and now there was another one? The Ice Empress turned around to await his instructions.

"Kill him, he's useless." "Wrath of the Ice Emperor."

She gave a low shout, and a ball of green energy surged in front of the Light Feather Douluo. His body was riddled with holes in the energy; his mouth opened, trying to let out a scream, but the sound was frozen before it could escape, leaving only a wisp of white mist. The Ice Emperor's Claws opened, clamping down on the Light Feather Douluo's left and right ribs, and with a sudden tear, he silently split open from the middle.

Qingge stared at Bingdi with a disgruntled expression, wondering to himself: How could there be such a violent little girl? His gaze involuntarily moved down from Bingdi's face, and he thought of Xuedi's broad chest, comparing it with Bingdi's front.

Everything is clear.

Although Hyotei didn't know what Yue Qingge was thinking, that look inexplicably made her feel a little embarrassed and annoyed.

"What are you looking at!"

Her voice rose, and a thin blush rose on her cheeks. The anger vanished in an instant.

A hint of worry appeared in her eyes: "What happened? Even the Snow Empress is going to intervene?"

"It's nothing, just killing a few people."

He took Hyotei's small hand and walked out of the Ice God Palace.

At first, Hyotei tried to break free several times, but not very hard; they just twitched symbolically.

Finally, she turned her head away, her long green hair brushing against Yue Qingge's face, tickling her.

She stopped struggling.

The little hand lay obediently in his palm, gently clasping his fingers. As for the corpse of the Light Feather Douluo, it was nothing more than a roadside corpse that no one cared about. The night wind swept up a few withered leaves, covering the two pieces of remains, bidding a hasty farewell.

the other side.

The Fifth Elder of the Haotian Sect carried Tang Hao, who looked like a dead dog, at great speed through the night.

The moment his toes touched the ground, he launched himself forward, leaving afterimages among the branches.

He had cursed Tang Wu eight hundred times in his heart.

They cursed him for being reckless and brainless, but he had no choice but to save him. No matter how harshly he cursed him, the weight on his back wouldn't lessen, and the pursuers behind him wouldn't be few either.

The more he walked, the more uneasy he felt; it was too quiet all around.

The usual chirping of insects was nowhere to be heard, only the clear, piercing sound of his footsteps. Alarm bells rang in the Fifth Elder's heart; he looked closely.

The three people were standing to one side. Chen Xin leaned against a tree, with the Seven Kill Sword held horizontally in front of him.

Gu Rong stood in front of Ning Fengzhi with his hands behind his back. His figure was faintly visible in the night, but his eyes never left him.

Ning Fengzhi stood at the forefront, his white robes fluttering slightly in the night breeze. His expression was unreadable, but his hand was already on the illusory image of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

How could nine-year-old Ning Rongrong fight alone in the sky? They had been waiting for her for a long time.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged only a glance, and the old bone vanished from his spot in a flash, appearing behind the Fifth Elder in the next instant, blocking his retreat.

Ahead lies a worldly heart, behind stands an ancient banyan tree.

Although the Fifth Elder was terrified, he still tried to remain calm.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, the muscles around his lips twitching slightly, but the fear in his eyes was impossible to hide.

"Oh,"

His voice was deliberately relaxed, "Isn't this our good friend, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? We can handle this little problem ourselves, so there's no need for our ally to trouble himself."

No one answered him.

The night wind blew past him, swirling up a few withered leaves, and Chen Xin's fingers tapped lightly twice on the Seven Kill Sword.

The Fifth Elder's smile froze on his face as he felt the aura of the ancient banyan tree behind him gradually approaching.

Tang Hao opened his mouth on his back: "Gentlemen, I have not offended you, have I? Why are you being so aggressive?" Chen Xin shook the Seven Kill Sword in his hand: "There's no other way, we need your head."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head helplessly.

He didn't look at Tang Wu, nor at the Fifth Elder; his gaze was fixed on the distance with a cold indifference.

"Stop with the nonsense, let's just finish this and go see him." "First, strength; second, speed; third, spirit..."

Ning Fengzhi immediately unleashed his ultimate move, seven streams of light shooting out from the illusory Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in his palm, precisely pouring into the bodies of Chen Xin and Gu Rong, causing their auras to surge simultaneously.

In an instant, the winds and clouds surged.

Tang Hao staggered to his feet, his condition at its worst. He couldn't even lift the Clear Sky Hammer, and he was about to face Chen Xin at his peak.

A level 95 Title Douluo who is at full strength and blessed by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and whose main focus is killing.

The ending was written from the very beginning. Amidst the flashing swords and swirling blood mist.

The Seven Kill Sword drew silver arcs in the night sky. With each strike, the Fifth Elder, though terrified, forced himself to remain calm.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, the muscles around his lips twitching slightly, but the fear in his eyes was impossible to hide.

"Oh,"

His voice was deliberately relaxed, "Isn't this our good friend, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? We can handle this little problem ourselves, so there's no need for our ally to trouble himself."

No one answered him.

The night wind blew past him, swirling up a few withered leaves, and Chen Xin's fingers tapped lightly twice on the Seven Kill Sword.

The Fifth Elder's smile froze on his face as he felt the aura of the ancient banyan tree behind him gradually approaching.

Tang Hao opened his mouth on his back: "Gentlemen, I have not offended you, have I? Why are you being so aggressive?" Chen Xin shook the Seven Kill Sword in his hand: "There's no other way, we need your head."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head helplessly.

He didn't look at Tang Wu, nor at the Fifth Elder; his gaze was fixed on the distance with a cold indifference.

"Stop with the nonsense, let's just finish this and go see him." "First, strength; second, speed; third, spirit..."

Ning Fengzhi immediately unleashed his ultimate move, seven streams of light shooting out from the illusory Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in his palm, precisely pouring into the bodies of Chen Xin and Gu Rong, causing their auras to surge simultaneously.

In an instant, the winds and clouds surged.