A Single Sword Gravely Wounds Chrysanthemum Douluo, Shocking Ghost Douluo!

This was Yue Guan's strongest single-target soul skill, powerful enough to severely injure a Super Douluo of the same rank!

Faced with this terrifying attack capable of making heaven and earth change color, Ye Xian's gaze remained as still as an ancient well.

He did not even look at the golden petal storm sweeping toward him. He merely slowly raised his right hand.

An even purer, ultimate chill suddenly spread outward with him at its center!

"Buzz—!"

A deep, lingering sword cry rang out, as though it had come from the depths of an ancient Ice Plain, echoing throughout Spirit City.

A longsword instantly condensed in Ye Xian's hand.

Its blade was slender and entirely a deep, pure ice-blue, as though it had been carved from the purest Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice.

Countless profound, intricate frost patterns were naturally etched across the blade.

These patterns were not still. They slowly flowed like living things, each movement releasing a chill that could freeze the soul.

The sword's edge did not appear particularly sharp, yet its mere existence solidified the surrounding space and warped the light.

This was Ye Xian's martial soul—the Frost King Sword!

The moment this sword appeared, Chrysanthemum Douluo's overwhelming golden petal storm seemed to crash into an invisible barrier.

The petals at the forefront were instantly coated in a thick layer of white frost, their speed plummeting.

The next instant, they silently shattered and collapsed into glittering ice dust that filled the sky.

"What?!"

Yue Guan's expression changed drastically. The moment his Soul Power came into contact with that chill, even its circulation became sluggish.

The cold emanating from that sword actually made his heart tremble.

Just as Yue Guan was reeling in shock, Ye Xian moved.

He simply swung his sword at the still-raging but greatly weakened golden petal storm, at Yue Guan, who stood at the storm's source with shock and fury written across his face.

A thrust!

There were no unnecessary movements, only the most basic forward thrust.

"Clang—!"

As the sword thrust forward, a point of ice-blue light condensed to the extreme suddenly erupted from the Frost King Sword's tip.

That point of light seemed to contain the will of the entire Far North Ice Plain, compressing the power of ice that had accumulated over hundreds of millions of years.

It left the sword tip and transformed into an ice-blue sword light as thin as a hair, yet so dazzling it could not be looked at directly.

Wherever the sword light passed, even time seemed about to freeze.

The massive golden petal storm seemed to have had its pause button pressed, instantly freezing in midair.

Then, from the inside out, beginning at the core where it touched the light, it silently transformed into clear blue Ice Crystals, rapidly spreading throughout the entire storm.

After freezing the storm, the deadly Ice Blue Sword Light did not slow in the slightest.

Instead, as though teleporting, it directly pierced through layer after layer of frozen petals, crossed a distance of thirty meters, and appeared before Yue Guan's chest.

Fast! So fast it surpassed the limits of perception!

Yue Guan only felt an unprecedented crisis of death seize his heart in an instant. Every hair on his body seemed to scream.

He had no time to make any effective defensive move, not even enough time to fully unleash his Martial Soul Avatar.

Relying solely on a Titled Douluo's instincts, he frantically gathered all his Soul Power before his chest, forming a thick protective aura.

"Pfft—!"

A faint yet hair-raising sound of penetration rang out.

Like a hot knife slicing through solidified butter, the Ice Blue Sword Light pierced Yue Guan's hastily gathered Soul Power barrier without the slightest resistance.

It stabbed precisely into his chest.

"Argh—!!!"

A shriek twisted by agony erupted from Yue Guan's mouth, far more painful and despairing than Bishop Luosel's earlier scream.

No blood sprayed out, because the wound had frozen instantly.

He could clearly feel an indescribably frigid power, like hundreds of millions of ice needles, madly pouring through the wound into every limb and bone of his body.

His Level 95 Soul Power, which he had always taken pride in, was as fragile as paper before this ultimate cold.

Yue Guan's body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily onto the hard white jade steps before the Papal Palace.

At the spot where his chest had been pierced was a horrifying ice-blue hole the size of a bowl.

Spreading Ice Crystal patterns covered the edges of the hole.

A thick layer of white frost covered his entire body. He convulsed violently, and every convulsion was accompanied by the faint sound of Ice Crystals shattering.

Blood mixed with ice chips continuously spilled from his mouth. His eyes were unfocused, and his aura rapidly withered at a visible rate.

One sword!

Just one sword!

Level 95 Super Douluo, Spirit Hall Elder Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, was gravely wounded and on the verge of death!

The entire Spirit Hall plaza fell deathly silent.

Every guard and bishop who witnessed this scene, even Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, stood frozen in place, their minds completely blank.

Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, standing not far behind Yue Guan, had long since lost the solemn look on his face, replaced by sheer horror.

More than anyone, he understood Yue Guan's strength. Yet Ye Xian had used only one sword.

One casual strike had nearly killed Yue Guan instantly.

This was absolutely not an ordinary Titled Douluo.

This power...

He seemed to have felt such a terrifying aura only from Pope Bibi Dong.

Gui Mei's heart pounded wildly as a thought that made even his soul tremble surfaced.

A Limit Douluo!

A Level 98, perhaps even... a Level 99 Limit Douluo!

Fear, like an icy Poison Serpent, instantly coiled around Gui Mei's heart.

Without the slightest hesitation, he did not even dare look into Ye Xian's cold blue eyes.

He knew that going up against him would only mean death!

"Your Holiness the Pope!"

Moving faster than he ever had in his life, Gui Mei's body transformed into a distorted ghostly shadow and rushed madly toward the depths of the Papal Palace.

A shrill, terrified howl tore through the deathly silent night sky, carrying unprecedented despair and warning:

"It's Ye Xian! He isn't dead—he's back!"

"Yue Guan... Yue Guan was gravely wounded by a single sword strike from him!"

The voice rang like a funeral bell, echoing through the cold, dead sky above Spirit Hall.

Ye Xian slowly sheathed his sword. The Frost King Sword dispersed from his hand into specks of ice-blue light.

He did not even glance at Yue Guan, who was convulsing in agony on the ground. His gaze passed through the gates of the Papal Palace, symbols of supreme authority, as though piercing through layer upon layer of halls to stare directly at the throne at the deepest point.

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly drowned out Gui Mei's shriek, resounding like a proclamation beside the ears of every soul trembling in fear.

"Bibi Dong, I'm back!"

Deep within the Papal Palace, upon that supreme throne, the figure who had been seated with her eyes closed suddenly opened them the instant Gui Mei's shrill cry reached her!

They were eyes like purple gemstones.

All their usual majesty and depth had vanished. They held only shock and bone-chilling killing intent.

As well as fury, like someone whose reverse scale had been touched!

Gloomy Soul Power suddenly exploded outward, forming a visible ring of purple-black ripples that instantly enveloped the entire hall.

All the guards inside the hall seemed to have been struck by invisible sledgehammers. Groaning, they fell to their knees one after another.