Ice and Fire Dragons Suppress the Martial Soul

Yet Shui Bing'er and Yao Zi did not move.

They did not even summon their Martial Souls.

Below the Arena, everyone froze.

What were they doing?

Were they surrendering?

Just as the dark figure was about to reach them, Shui Bing'er suddenly reached out and took Yao Zi's hand.

Their fingers locked tightly.

Then they spoke at the same time.

"Chi Xiao Fire Dragon—"

"Xuanming Ice Dragon—"

One voice was cool and clear, the other calm and steady. Together, they formed a strange resonance in the air.

In an instant, the sky changed color.

Behind Shui Bing'er, the phantom of a hundred-meter-long dragon of flame soared into the sky. Its body was crimson, every scale distinct and ablaze with fierce fire. When its eyes opened, it seemed capable of burning everything in the world to ash.

Behind Yao Zi, an equally enormous ice dragon phantom appeared. Its crystalline body radiated biting cold. Around it, the air condensed into fine frost that drifted gently down.

A dragon of flame and a dragon of ice.

They hovered side by side, looking down at the dark figure rushing toward them.

Ying Shisan's expression changed at once.

He felt the terrifying power within those two phantoms. It was beyond anything he knew: an ancient pressure, a force he could never withstand.

But he could no longer stop.

All he could do was drive his Soul Power to its limit and unleash his strongest Soul Skill.

"Sixth Soul Skill: Shadow Kill!"

His body split into countless dark figures that lunged at Shui Bing'er and Yao Zi from every direction. Each carried enough killing force to tear any Soul King apart.

The two dragon phantoms simply lunged forward.

The fire dragon opened its jaws and breathed a stream of crimson flame. Every dark figure in its