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There were some things Luo Derun had gotten wrong.
The ice-cold mountain wind of Coiling Dragon Hills swept over the jagged rocks, giving off a low, whimpering moan.
Yuwen Changtai's towering body slid down with his back against the ice-cold black rock, finally slumping to the ground in defeat, his life extinguished.
The heavy armor on him, symbolizing his status as commander of the Frost Legion and engraved with ancient icefield runes, was now covered in charred arrow holes, huge dented cracks, and ice-crystal fissures that kept spreading.
The fatal wound was on his forehead: a hole burned through by the three lights of sun, moon, and stars, still leaking a destructive aura—this was Seven Absolutes Douluo Yang Jingxue's mark of death.
Relying on the pure arrow intent left within the arrow wound, Yang Jingxue had locked firmly onto the aura of his flight.
And Sky Teal Douluo Zuo Tinggang, soaring high above the nine heavens and looking down over the entire Coiling Dragon Hills region, used his speed in aerial flight and wide-field vision to completely seal off every possible escape route through the sky or across open ground.
But the final blow that struck him down came from the combined force of two other powers, both mighty and filled with hatred.
Han Yiyu, vice palace master of the Ancient Ice Palace, was wreathed in mystic cold energy that had not melted in ten thousand years. It was the Ice Palace Secret Art: Glacial Surge Finger, made especially to break through frost armor.
Echoing her, Shui Rong, the highest military and political official of Tianshui Province, drew upon the power of vast water veins—Seal of the North: Dark Water Phoenix Devour!
This was no private settling of grudges.