Snow Dance Funeral

Snow filled the sky, and Xue Linglong's figure gradually appeared before everyone.

She was like an elf born from the snow, her Silver-White hair dancing in the wind.

The snowflakes around her, carrying terrifying chill, became incomparably gentle at her side, happily circling around her.

Then, those snowflakes gathered in her palm, transforming into a slender, transparent snow sword that radiated icy air.

The scene was elegant and beautiful.

Even Jiang Mo and Qian Jun, who had lived for over a hundred and twenty years, could not help the amazement flashing through their eyes.

They had seen much in their lives and often beheld Pope Bibi Dong's peerless beauty.

Yet the woman before them seemed to surpass even Your Excellency the Pope in both bearing and appearance!

That nobility, cold to the bone, made no one dare harbor the slightest disrespectful thought.

However, Thousand Jun Douluo quickly suppressed his amazement. His brows furrowed as he asked warily.

"Are you the Arena Master of this Duel Arena?"

Xue Linglong's emotionless eyes swept over them as she spoke softly, her voice cold.

"Those who cause trouble in the Duel Arena shall be slain."

That line again!

The audience below, who had been holding their breath as they watched, grew excited upon hearing those familiar words.

That was the feeling!

That Soul Fighting Douluo had said the exact same thing not long ago. This time, it was two Titled Douluo!

Hearing this, a trace of anger flashed across Falling Devil Douluo's face, but he soon resumed his lofty demeanor.

He snorted and pointed the Coiled Dragon Staff in his hand at Xue Linglong. "Little Girl, you certainly have a big mouth."

"I recognize that your cultivation was hard-earned. As long as you hand over the three women on the list and submit to Spirit Hall."

"I can recommend you as one of the Venerables!"

"When Spirit Hall dominates the entire continent in the future, your tiny Duel Arena will rise along with us!"

But in the next instant, an extremely icy aura emanated from Xue Linglong, causing the two brothers' hearts to tremble as stormy waves rose within them!

This aura allowed them to clearly sense the formidable strength of the woman before them.

It even vaguely felt as though she was stronger than them.

How was that possible? When had someone like this appeared on the continent without them knowing anything about it?

Xue Linglong's cold expression did not change in response to Falling Devil Douluo's words.

Her answer was simple.

"Buzz—!"

In an instant, a brilliant sword light tore through the void, so fast that even space itself seemed frozen.

"Not good!"

Jiang Mo and Qian Jun's expressions changed drastically. They had no time to think and instinctively raised their Coiled Dragon Staffs together to block it.

Clang! Clang!

Two incomparably crisp explosions rang through the air.

Terrifying recoil traveled along the Coiled Dragon Staffs, numbing their palms.

They could not control their bodies and were forced three steps back through the air before barely steadying themselves.

Their Martial Soul Coiled Dragon Staffs also trembled uncontrollably, letting out mournful cries.

"This...!"

At that moment, neither could conceal the shock on their faces any longer.

Just one strike!

And it had merely been a casual strike, yet it had forced back two Level 96 Titled Douluo?!

They had only ever felt such terrifying pressure from one person.

That was the Level 99 Peerless Douluo, Great Worship Qian Daoliu!

However, they were given no time to think further.

Xue Linglong stepped through the air, her body dancing like a snowflake as the slender sword in her hand turned into a blur of sword shadows and attacked again.

"Old Seven! Give it everything you have!"

Thousand Jun Douluo roared, no longer daring to hold anything back.

The two brothers worked in perfect coordination. Their figures crossed, one to the left and one to the right, one above and one below, while the Coiled Dragon Staffs in their hands blazed brightly.

Third Soul Skill: Coiled Dragon Tremor!

The third Soul Rings on their bodies lit up. The originally two-meter-long Coiled Dragon Staffs instantly expanded several times over, becoming two gigantic pillars that reached the heavens.

Dragon shadows even vaguely gathered and coiled around the staffs, releasing low, intimidating roars.

Roar—!

The Dragon Roar was deafening, carrying a powerful mental shock that sought to disrupt Xue Linglong's mind.

Boom!

The brothers swung their massive staffs together, and two fierce, tyrannical staff shadows smashed down with overwhelming force.

This terrifying strike directly scattered the falling snow all around them and even sent sand and stones flying from the ground.

The audience below stared in stunned disbelief, many with their mouths hanging wide open.

This was a true clash between peak experts!

They might only get to witness a battle between Titled Douluo once in their entire lives!

Facing this world-destroying attack.

Xue Linglong did not take it head-on. Instead, she lightly tapped the air with her toes and gracefully flew backward.

Like a weightless snowflake, she avoided the violent gusts.

After landing steadily, she raised her head, and a trace of seriousness appeared in her indifferent eyes.

But that was all.

The next second.

Xue Linglong's aura suddenly erupted.

Nine Soul Rings slowly rose from beneath her feet.

Two yellow, one purple, three black. When Qian Jun and Jiang Mo saw the first six Soul Rings, they still found them normal.

But immediately afterward, three incomparably bewitching red lights appeared, filled with bloody and terrifying auras.

The two men, who had been preparing to press their advantage, suddenly froze.

"W-What?!"

Three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings!

The two looked as though they had seen ghosts, terror instantly overwhelming the Battle Intent in their eyes.

Their hearts sank straight to the bottom.

This was bad!

Extremely bad!

As Venerables, they knew all too well what Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings represented.

They were not merely symbols of strength. More importantly, every red Soul Ring possessed two terrifying Soul Skills!

Before they could recover from their horror.

The eighth red Soul Ring on Xue Linglong's body suddenly lit up.

Eighth Soul Skill: Snow Dance Funeral.

As the slender sword in her hand danced.

The snowflakes that had been scattered reappeared, denser and more violent than before.

Snow filled the sky, painting an incomparably magnificent snowy scene in the air, so beautiful that it stole one's breath and drew one in.

But the brothers Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, trapped within it, felt their scalps go numb.

How could they possibly have any mind to admire the scenery?

In their perception, every beautiful snowflake had transformed into a sword carrying bone-piercing cold!

"Quick! Defend!"

Ninth Soul Skill: Coiled Dragon Suppression!

The two let out miserable roars and used their strongest move with all their might.

The gigantic Coiled Dragon Staffs seemed to transform into dragons, spinning rapidly and forming an impenetrable wall of steel before them.

However.

The snow swords filling the sky descended like a blizzard, carrying irresistible force.

Boom—!!!

After a deafening explosion.

The defense formed by the Coiled Dragon Staffs gradually failed and shattered apart.

Endless snowflakes engulfed the two figures like a flood.

At this moment.

The entire Duel Arena fell into absolute silence.

Even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could have been heard clearly.

Every audience member, including the participants inside the Duel Arena who were leaning over the walls to watch.

All stared with wide eyes and gaping jaws, maintaining their previous postures as they motionlessly watched the scene in the air.

The snowflakes and sword qi filling the sky slowly dispersed.

Revealing two figures.

Thousand Jun Douluo and Falling Devil Douluo still maintained their defensive stances, holding their Coiled Dragon Staffs.

A total of eighteen Soul Rings still circled around them.

But now.

Both their Soul Rings and their bodies were covered in a thick layer of white frost.

Their faces still bore the extreme terror and despair from that instant.

Lifelike, yet filled with deathly stillness.

They floated motionlessly in midair, becoming two Ice sculptures that radiated cold air.

Xue Linglong elegantly twirled the slender sword in her hand.

Then it turned into scattered snowflakes and dissipated into the air.

She did not even spare those two Ice sculptures another glance before turning away coldly and walking toward the dark interior of the Duel Arena.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The crisp sound of footsteps rang out again, gradually fading into the distance.

As she left, the snow filling the sky gradually dispersed as well.

Yet the two Titled Douluo Ice sculptures standing above the arena remained frozen in that moment forever.

But at this time.

Several more powerful auras were still rushing toward Heaven Dou City.