Frozen Tomb! Ice Swords Pierce the Body, Tang Lie's Limbs Severed!

Tang Lie was frozen in place, unable to answer.

But the shock in his eyes instantly turned into boundless terror.

The chill that had frozen his spirit skill was not merely bone-piercingly cold; it also carried a terrifying pressure far beyond his comprehension.

In an instant, he understood the identity of the man before him—the new Pope of Spirit Hall, Ye Xian!

Run!

That was the only thought left in his mind.

If he risked everything to flee, he might still have a sliver of hope for survival. If he fought him, there was no chance of victory whatsoever.

Tang Lie knew full well what kind of terrifying existence Ye Xian was, having deposed Bibi Dong.

The thought exploded within him like instinct.

Killing traitors, massacring an entire clan—before absolute overwhelming power, all of it became a joke.

Tang Lie let out an inhuman roar, forcibly burning his Soul Power as he tried to break free from the invisible shackles of ice.

The phantom of the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul Avatar behind him fluctuated violently, and the solid ice covering the hammer gave off faint cracking sounds.

Crimson baleful blood energy rammed frantically against the deep-blue ice layer like a trapped beast.

"Trying to leave?"

Ye Xian's voice was as cold as Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice, devoid of the slightest ripple.

The Frost King Sword in his hand rose slightly, deep-blue light flowing around its tip.

"Eighth Spirit Skill—Frozen Tomb!"

As Ye Xian spoke softly, the eighth black soul ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up, and the temperature between heaven and earth abruptly fell to absolute zero.

Four intensely condensed ice-blue beams instantly tore through the frozen space, shrieking as though they could freeze souls as they shot with flawless precision toward Tang Lie's limbs.

"No—!"

Tang Lie's eyes nearly split open. His Soul Power erupted wildly, and the enormous Clear Sky Hammer phantom swung desperately, trying to block them.

Yet those four ice-blue beams seemed to ignore the distance of space, ignoring even the defenses of a Titled Douluo.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Four extremely faint yet scalp-numbing sounds of penetration rang out almost simultaneously.

Tang Lie's massive Martial Soul Avatar abruptly froze, as if invisible giant nails had pinned it in midair!

Four enormous ice swords, deep blue throughout and engraved with mysterious frost runes, had pierced through both his shoulders and both his knees.

The blades sank deeply in, pinning his entire body in a spread-eagle shape high in the air.

No blood spurted out, because the wounds had been completely frozen by the power of Ultimate Ice the moment they came into contact with the ice swords.

But what followed was pain beyond the limits of endurance.

"Ugh, aaah—!"

A shriek so miserable it twisted out of shape erupted from Tang Lie's mouth.

That voice was filled with indescribable agony, despair, and fear that reached deep into his bones.

The ice swords had not only pierced his flesh; they were also madly injecting waves of soul-freezing, ultimate cold into every corner of his body.

"Your Holiness the Pope! Spare me! Spare me!"

Tears and snot streamed down Tang Lie's face. The savagery and fury on his face had long since been replaced by extreme pain and the desire to live.

He no longer possessed even a trace of the pride of a Clear Sky Sect elder. All that remained was the humility and pleading of an ant facing divine punishment.

He desperately twisted his pinned body, but could only worsen the heart-rending pain. His voice came in broken fragments from the agony, filled with despairing wails.

"I was wrong! I shouldn't have come!"

"Please spare me! Clear Sky Sect is willing to pay any price!"

"Spare me... spare this dog's life!"

He tried to circulate his Soul Power to resist the bone-deep cold, only to find that it was freezing solid inch by inch like a frozen river.

Instead, it worsened the erosion of the ice swords.

The places where his limbs had been pierced by the ice swords were turning transparent at a visible rate, taking on an eerie ice-blue hue.

And this deadly ice crystal continued spreading from his limbs toward his torso.

His limbs gradually lost all feeling, as though they no longer belonged to him.

At those words, undisguised mockery flashed through Bai He's eyes below.

Hadn't Tang Lie been acting so tough when he spoke to him earlier?

Now that it was happening to him, why had he caved faster than anyone else?

Sure enough, if the blade wasn't at his own throat, he didn't know what pain felt like!

After the lingering fright, Bai He also let out a breath of relief.

Your Holiness the Pope had arrived at the crucial moment. His life had been saved, and he no longer needed to worry about his clansmen's safety.

Spirit Hall had not ignored the lives of his clansmen as he had originally feared.

At that moment, Bai He finally resolved to serve Spirit Hall with every ounce of his strength.

Ye Xian floated in the air, his ice-blue eyes like ancient cold pools that never thawed as he looked indifferently at Tang Lie, who struggled in agony while pinned in midair.

To him, those miserable pleas sounded like the buzzing of mosquitoes, unable to stir even the slightest ripple.

"A price?"

Ye Xian's voice was like a cold wind sweeping across an ice plain, carrying no emotion at all.

"This is the price for touching someone from my Spirit Hall."

"The three great clans have only just issued their Joint Declaration, and Clear Sky Sect already couldn't hold back?"

Before his words had even faded, Ye Xian's sword-holding right hand clenched almost imperceptibly.

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Four crisp cracking sounds, enough to make one's scalp crawl, suddenly rang out like shattered jade!

The four enormous ice swords pinning Tang Lie's limbs, along with the parts they had pierced, instantly filled with spiderweb-like cracks.

Then, beneath Tang Lie's suddenly widened gaze, filled with ultimate terror and disbelief—

Both his arms below the shoulder joints and both his legs below the knee joints exploded!

There was no spraying flesh and blood, only glittering shards of ice crystal, gleaming with deep-blue cold light, scattering through the sky.

Like four ice lotuses blooming all at once, they drifted down beneath the bleak moonlight.

Tang Lie's scream stopped abruptly.

The immense pain and cold brought by blood loss instantly drowned what remained of his consciousness.

He lowered his head to look at the empty spaces at the sides and beneath his torso, with nothing but endless darkness and despair left in his eyes.

The once-mighty Seventh Elder of Clear Sky Sect was now left with only a bare torso and head.

Like a discarded puppet, he hung in midair under the remaining icy power, the aura of life fading rapidly like a candle flickering in the wind.

At that moment, Ye Xian raised a hand and waved it, sending a stream of pure Soul Power into Tang Lie's body.

It was just enough to maintain his basic vital signs.

The entire Speed Clan compound fell deathly silent.

The crying and screaming from before had vanished without a trace.

Every clansman stood dumbstruck, staring at the bloody yet strangely ice-cold and beautiful scene in the sky.

Fear, like tangible ice water, poured into the depths of everyone's soul.

Ye Xian, the Pope of Spirit Hall, had declared in the most ruthless and direct manner that his will could not be defied.

Clear Sky Sect's thunderous retaliation was nothing more than moths flying into a flame before him, bringing humiliation upon themselves.

Ye Xian's gaze did not linger for even a second longer on Tang Lie's ruined body.

He slowly turned around. The Frost King Sword's glow receded, and the terrifying pressure that had frozen heaven and earth dispersed with it.

His gaze swept across Bai He and the terrified members of the Speed Clan below before finally settling on Qian Renxue's breathtakingly beautiful face beside him.

"Xue'er, stay here. Tomorrow, accompany the Speed Clan to Dragon Rise City."

Qian Renxue nodded gently.