Yu Xiaogang's Theories, Completely Wrong!

Martial Soul City, Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong had been leaning lazily against the papal throne, but seeing this scene, she sat bolt upright.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and her fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest.

"Resurrect three times..."

"Such a heaven-defying effect, and it's only ranked tenth?"

A playful smile curled the corners of her lips as she pulled an exquisite little notebook from her bosom.

Lifting a pen, she elegantly wrote the two characters "Xiao Wu" upon it.

"This little rabbit that slipped through the net has quite the luck."

"However, one must have the life to keep such good things."

"This Soul Dream Eternal Flower, I have reserved it."

Heaven Dou City, Tang Sect.

Tang San looked up at the sky screen, a smile of relief appearing on his face.

"Xiao Wu... that's wonderful."

"With this resurrection opportunity, even if I am not here, you will have a bit more power to protect yourself."

His heart was filled with gratification.

Oscar, standing to the side, leaned in and gave a thumbs-up, his face full of flattery:

"Brother San, it really had to be you!"

"If you hadn't given that Lovesick Heartbreak Red to Xiao Wu back then, how would she have had the chance to make the list?"

"This medal of honor is half Xiao Wu's, and half yours!"

"In my opinion, this is simply the Heavenly Dao rewarding your foresight in disguise!"

Although Tang San said "not at all, not at all," the smile at the corners of his eyes could not be hidden.

At the entrance of Skywater Academy.

A golden light descended from the sky, enveloping Xiao Wu directly.

Injured just moments ago, her aura surged instantly within that soft radiance.

The swelling on her face faded, and the soul power within her body broke through its bottleneck directly.

Level 97!

In this instant, she had actually reached the level of a rank 97 powerhouse!

More importantly, that evolved Soul Dream Eternal Flower was now hovering above her head, emitting a soul-shaking spiritual fluctuation.

On the ground, Ma Hongjun, who was still screaming in agony, saw this scene, and a fierce desire for survival and deep resentment erupted in his eyes.

He stretched out his blood-stained hand, clawing desperately toward Xiao Wu's direction, and roared hoarsely:

"Xiao Wu... Xiao Wu!"

"Avenge me! Avenge me!"

"Kill this bitch! Tear her into ten thousand pieces!"

"Mine... it's mine..."

He was in such pain and hatred that his face was smeared with tears and snot.

Yu Xiaogang was also invigorated, his footsteps, which had been poised to flee, coming to a sudden halt.

He looked at the transformed Xiao Wu, the flames of hope reigniting in his eyes.

"Xiao Wu! Quick!"

"Take advantage of this! That is the divine power bestowed by the Heavenly Dao!"

"Although this Shui Bing'er is strong, she can never be a match for a god-level treasure!"

"Suppress her immediately! Take down Skywater Academy, and we will have performed a great service!"

Yu Xiaogang was completely blinded by greed and the thrill of revenge, barking orders frantically.

Xiao Wu took a deep breath, feeling the surging power within her body.

She looked at Shui Bing'er, the fear in her eyes dissipating, replaced by a firm fighting spirit.

"You hurt my brother and insulted my teacher."

"It is time to settle this account once and for all!"

Xiao Wu's figure flickered, and she vanished from her spot in an instant.

When she reappeared, she had already unleashed the power of the Soul Dream Eternal Flower.

Pink-gold petals filled the sky, sweeping out like a violent storm, each one carrying a sharpness capable of slicing through the soul, covering the sky and earth as they descended upon Shui Bing'er.

Pink and gold petals filled the sky, carrying a storm capable of slicing through a spiritual sea of consciousness as they descended like a tidal wave.

This was a full-power strike from a rank 97 Titled Douluo, augmented by the god-tier treasure, the Soul Dream Eternal Flower.

Even a veteran Super Douluo would have to avoid the brunt of such a move.

However.

Shui Bing'er simply watched the brilliant rain of flowers, her eyes devoid of any ripples.

That gaze was like watching a child brandish a wooden sword at a giant.

Childish.

Ridiculous.

"Is this the capital you are so proud of?"

Shui Bing'er said softly.

She did not even need to activate her Avatar of the Martial Soul.

Her right hand, fair as jade, merely reached out gently.

Hum—

An indescribable domain of extreme cold instantly expanded from her center.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

There was only the deathly silence of all things returning to stillness.

The pink and gold petals, which had been flying with such aggressive momentum, froze in mid-air the moment they touched the cold air, as if struck by a binding spell.

The luster on the petals dimmed rapidly.

The once-vibrant spiritual fluctuations were forcibly frozen by a more overbearing chill.

The next instant.

All the petals transformed into blue ice crystals, losing all lethality, and clattered to the ground, shattering into pieces.

"How is this possible..."

Xiao Wu's pupils constricted sharply.

Her sure-kill strike had been neutralized by the opponent so easily?

Before she could react further, Shui Bing'er's palm was already aimed at her from a distance.

"The list says you have three chances to resurrect."

Shui Bing'er's tone was flat, as if she were stating an insignificant fact.

"Since I cannot kill you, there is no need to try."

"Perhaps becoming an eternal sculpture in these northern winds suits you better."

As her voice fell.

A cracking sound echoed from beneath Xiao Wu's feet.

Blue ice, like a living viper, spread rapidly up her legs.

Xiao Wu tried to struggle, tried to use Teleportation.

But she realized with horror that the surrounding space had been completely locked down.

Her soul power, her blood, and even her thoughts became incredibly sluggish at this moment.

"No—"

Xiao Wu only had time to let out a short, startled cry.

In the blink of an eye.

The ice had covered her entire body.

Her pink dress and her terrified expression were perfectly preserved within this massive block of profound ice.

A lifelike ice sculpture of a beauty stood right there in front of the gates of Skywater Academy.

As the sunlight fell, the ice sculpture refracted seven-colored light, breathtakingly beautiful.

Yet, it also made one's hair stand on end.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

Yu Xiaogang stood blankly beside the carriage, his legs feeling as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

The greed and fanaticism on his face had not yet fully faded, but now they were mixed with endless fear, making his stiff face look particularly comical.

It was over.

Everything was over.

The fatty had become a cripple, his life or death unknown.

Xiao Wu had obtained a god-tier treasure and her strength had skyrocketed, yet she hadn't even been able to withstand a single move from the other party before being turned into a block of ice.

Skywater Academy was no soft target.

It was clearly a red-hot slab of titanium alloy!

A chill shot straight up Yu Xiaogang's spine and into his skull.

He had originally thought that with the reputation of the Shrek Seven Devils and his own status as the Imperial Advisor, subduing a force in this remote border city would be as easy as reaching for something in his pocket.

But reality had slapped him hard across the face twice.

Watching Shui Bing'er walk slowly toward him, his heart hammered violently, nearly leaping out of his throat.