Ninth Spirit Ability - Myriad Swords Ice Seal, Ice-Sealed Papal Palace!

"Ninth Spirit Ability - Myriad Swords Ice Seal!"

The instant the words fell, the Frost King Sword erupted with an indescribably brilliant icy-blue divine radiance!

"Buzzz—!"

A clear sword cry that pierced the heavens and froze all of Spirit City suddenly rang out.

Centered on Ye Xian, the Frost King Sword Domain beneath his feet instantly began to boil.

Countless icy-blue sword phantoms condensed from ultimate frost Soul Power surged and gathered wildly in the sky overhead, like ice dragons that had slumbered for ten thousand years awakening.

One sword, ten swords, a hundred swords, a thousand swords, ten thousand swords!

Densely packed, they blotted out the sky and covered the sun!

Every ice sword perfectly replicated the shape of the Frost King Sword. Some were large, others small, but the ice patterns flowing across them all contained the power of laws capable of freezing all things.

The sky above the entire Papal Palace was instantly covered by a deadly cold tide formed from countless ice swords.

Moonlight was completely devoured, leaving only one color between heaven and earth—deep blue that froze everything.

This sea of swords was the ultimate manifestation of Ye Xian's Ninth Spirit Ability and Frost King Sword Domain.

"Fall!"

Ye Xian softly spoke a single word.

At that moment, time seemed to stretch into eternity, then compress into an instant.

Countless ice swords, like a glacial river pouring down from the ninth heaven and the absolute judgment delivered by a god, crashed down upon the purple-black figure on the terrace, upon the two massive Death Scythe Blades, and upon the main hall of the Papal Palace that symbolized Bibi Dong's authority!

Rumble—!

An indescribable roar, accompanied by an ultimate cold tide that froze all things, instantly swept across the heart of Spirit City.

The Abyssal Slash of Space Tear hovering over Bibi Dong's head, condensed from her lifetime of cultivation and fury.

The purple-black scythe light twisted and fluctuated violently beneath the terrifying cold tide unleashed by the countless ice swords, like a candle flame in the wind.

The instant it met the first torrent of ice swords, it released a wail of unbearable strain.

The purple-black death energy was madly eroded and frozen by the deep-blue laws of frost.

Her savage body fused with the Death Spider Emperor True Body was completely drowned beneath the endless torrent of ice swords.

"No! Impossible!"

"How could he be this strong?!"

Bibi Dong's face was filled with disbelief.

After devouring Qian Xunji's Soul Power, even that old bastard Qian Daoliu had been unable to do much against her.

How could she possibly be suppressed from beginning to end by Ye Xian, someone she had once regarded as an ant?

She did not even have the slightest room to resist.

"No—~!"

A shriek warped by extreme pain and disbelief erupted from the center of the cold tide formed by countless ice swords.

It was immediately swallowed by an even more violent sound of freezing.

Visible layers of deep-blue ice spread wildly from the terrace like a plague, instantly covering the entire majestic main hall of the Papal Palace.

The golden roof, the ornate reliefs, the massive pillars...

Everything, all of it, turned in the blink of an eye into an iceberg radiating the chill of absolute deathly silence.

Countless ice swords were embedded deep in the ice, their hilts still trembling as they emitted a dim glow that froze the soul.

Above the Elder Hall, the Six Great Enshrined Elders could no longer remain calmly suspended in the air. They descended one after another onto the roof of the Elder Hall or the edge of the square.

The bone-piercing chill penetrated their formidable Soul Power defenses, turning the faces of these peak powerhouses pale and making their bodies tremble uncontrollably.

"The Papal Palace... has been frozen?!"

Fourth Enshrined Elder Mighty Lion Douluo's voice trembled, his enormous lion eyes filled with horror.

The strength he had always been proud of was laughably insignificant before that freezing tide of swords.

The ever-flippant Fifth Enshrined Elder Light Feather Douluo had nothing but blankness left on his face. The hand drawing his bow trembled slightly as he muttered,

"I never thought Bibi Dong would be completely no match for Ye Xian."

Sixth Enshrined Elder Thousand Jun Douluo and Seventh Enshrined Elder Demon Subduer Douluo, the pair of brothers, stood back-to-back, their faces equally filled with extreme shock.

A layer of frost had even formed over the Coiled Dragon Staff in Demon Subduer Douluo's hand. He swallowed with difficulty.

"Limit Douluo... This power seems to have reached the level of a Limit Douluo..."

Qian Daoliu still hovered within the Holy Light, but the pure and vast golden radiance around him now flickered unstably amid the terrifying aftershock of the cold tide triggered by Ye Xian's Myriad Swords Ice Seal.

The Angel Sword in his hand rang with a series of mournful tremors. Its tip pointed toward the iceberg as its golden glow surged violently.

At last, a storm fully took shape in his deep eyes.

At the heart of that storm was wave-like shock and the tremor of a century-old state of mind being completely overturned.

He clearly saw that at the core where countless ice swords fell, at the instant the Papal Palace was completely frozen.

Bibi Dong's powerful aura, fused with the Death Spider Emperor True Body, shattered instantly like a bubble pierced by countless ice needles.

Qian Daoliu's gaze finally returned to the figure at the center of that deep-blue domain at the end of Angel Avenue.

The cold wind whipped up the tattered hem of Ye Xian's dark-blue cloak, making it flap loudly.

The glow of the Frost King Sword in his hand slowly receded. Its tip pointed diagonally toward the ground, while the ice patterns flowing across it still radiated a chilling cold.

He slightly raised his head. Those icy-blue eyes passed through the frozen Papal Palace and the drifting ice dust, seemingly piercing through the Holy Light barrier of the Elder Hall as they met Qian Daoliu's gaze from afar.

There was no arrogance of victory in that gaze, no pleasure of revenge—only the calmness of a ten-thousand-year glacier, along with a... detachment that stood above all living beings.

The knuckles of Qian Daoliu's hand gripping the Angel Sword turned faintly white from the force.

The sword's mournful cry trembled in his palm.

The winding trace of an icy tear on the Angel Statue's cheek seemed to deepen a little further beneath the lingering power of Myriad Swords Ice Seal.

He knew well that even if he joined forces with the other Six Great Enshrined Elders, they would still be no match for Ye Xian right now.

Besides, Qian Daoliu had never intended to oppose Ye Xian in the first place.

The Saint Son of Spirit Hall had originally been the successor personally appointed by the previous Pope.

Bibi Dong had merely snatched the position midway through.

Now that he was returning to the proper path, it naturally aligned with the people's wishes.

There was naturally no reason for these Enshrined Elders to object.

Of course, the most direct reason was Ye Xian's strength.

As his thoughts raced, Qian Daoliu had already formed a plan for how to proceed.

On Angel Avenue, the tip of the Frost King Sword in Ye Xian's hand pointed diagonally toward the ground. The glow of the ice patterns flowing across the blade had already faded, leaving behind only a chill tempered to the extreme.

Those icy-blue eyes calmly swept over the frozen Papal Palace, as though examining a work that had just been completed, without the slightest ripple.

The next second, his figure flashed, and he instantly rode his sword into the sky above it.

The main hall of the Papal Palace, along with its towering terrace, had already become a deep-blue iceberg radiating deathly cold.

Countless ice swords of varying shapes were embedded deeply in the ice, like the fangs of a giant beast, reflecting a chilling cold light beneath the bleak moonlight.

Deep within the ice, fragments of eternally frozen purple-gold ceremonial robes and the vague outlines of savage Spider Spears could faintly be seen.