Bingbing, the Three Kings of the Far North, Ice Empress!

Lin Qingmo and Xiao Wu wandered around Suotuo City for a long time.

By the time the lights came on and they returned to the hotel to rest, night had quietly fallen.

Just as they stepped onto the red-carpeted stairs, a suppressed roar came from behind them.

"Why is it that there are no rooms left when it gets to me? Are you deliberately making things difficult for me?!"

Lin Qingmo paused slightly.

Xiao Wu also turned back in surprise.

Tang San stood at the front desk, his face so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water.

His chest heaved violently, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Seeing Lin Qingmo and Xiao Wu "sharing a room" earlier had already set his jealousy ablaze.

And now, he could not even book a room for himself!

It was like pouring another bucket of oil onto his raging fury.

The young woman at the front desk looked utterly helpless as she patiently explained.

"Sir, I'm truly very sorry. All the rooms have already been booked."

"There really are a lot of guests today."

"Nonsense!"

Tang San slammed his palm onto the marble counter.

His Soul Power fluctuated out of control, making the vase on the counter tremble slightly.

"I clearly saw that there were vacant rooms! Are you looking down on me?"

He was convinced that she was deliberately targeting him, his gaze icy and piercing.

Just as the front desk clerk was anxiously struggling to explain herself.

A brazen, overbearing voice came from the hotel entrance.

"That room was booked by yours truly. Which blind fool is trying to snatch it?"

The voice carried innate frivolity and unquestionable arrogance.

Everyone looked toward the sound.

A tall, upright blond youth entered with an arm around each of two beauties.

He wore a fitted white combat outfit that outlined his muscular physique.

He held a pair of strikingly similar twin beauties on either side, his manner intimate and casual.

The beauties wore bold, revealing clothes, their soft bodies pressed against him as they cast him sultry looks.

But what was most unforgettable were his eyes.

One was blue, the other red.

A wicked charm arose naturally whenever he glanced around.

"Evil-Eyed Lustful Tiger Dai Mubai!"

Lin Qingmo's eyes lit up as he thought to himself.

Though the plot had deviated somewhat, the classic scene was still playing out right on schedule!

With a thought, the invisible Chat Group Light Screen unfolded before his eyes.

His fingers flew as he quickly snapped a photo of the scene.

[Daddy Douluo]: Family! Come watch this! A live broadcast of a classic scene! Little Scumbag is squaring off against Lustful-Eyed White Tiger! The tension is through the roof!

[Daddy Douluo]: "Image"

The photo captured the instant Tang San's gloomy profile confronted Dai Mubai's arrogant posture.

The tension was maxed out.

No one in the group had responded yet.

A string of crisp, resounding system notifications suddenly exploded in Lin Qingmo's mind.

[Ding! 'Bingbing' has joined the Chat Group!]

[Ding! 'Little Witch' has joined the Chat Group!]

[Ding! 'Big-Breasted Kitty' has joined the Chat Group!]

[Ding! 'Heavenly Snow Woman' has joined the Chat Group!]

Four utterly familiar nicknames leaped into view.

Lin Qingmo was stunned for a moment. They had come too!

The four women had completely different personalities.

Bingbing was proud and sharp-tongued, and loved finding fault with others.

Little Witch was quirky and clever, full of strange ideas, and rather scheming too.

Big-Breasted Kitty was exceptionally aloof, but also somewhat ditzy.

Heavenly Snow Woman lived up to her name: cold and quiet, but every word she spoke was cutting.

[Daddy Douluo]: Holy shit! It's you guys!

[Daddy Douluo]: You came at just the right time. Welcome to the "real" Douluo Continent livestream. I'm watching a show in Suotuo City right now. Join me!

After rapidly sending the messages, he started the group livestream, unable to stop the corners of his mouth from rising.

Spirit City.

Pope Palace.

The hall was grand and dim.

Massive stone pillars stood in silence, supporting a ceiling covered in magnificent murals.

Bibi Dong reclined lazily upon the supreme throne.

Her purple eyes were half-closed.

Her fingertips tapped the armrest now and then, producing a steady, cold clicking sound.

The Chat Group Light Screen quietly unfolded within her consciousness.

The sudden arrival of four new members made her tapping abruptly stop.

Her purple eyes flew open, a sharp glint flashing through them.

This mysterious Chat Group had an unfathomable origin and bizarre functions.

Four unfamiliar visitors had joined without warning. She could not help but be suspicious.

Below the throne.

A graceful young woman stood quietly in attendance.

She had a brilliant head of short golden hair.

Her features were exquisitely sculpted, with a natural hint of seduction flowing between her brows.

She was Bibi Dong's personal disciple, Hu Liena.

She keenly sensed the subtle change in her teacher's aura.

"Teacher?"

Hu Liena spoke softly, her voice gentle and alluring.

"Are you feeling unwell? Shall Nana prepare some calming tea for you?"

Bibi Dong's gaze shifted slightly and fell upon her beloved disciple's concerned face.

The probing sharpness in the depths of her eyes quietly receded, becoming deep calm.

"It's nothing."

Her voice remained authoritative, though it carried a perfectly measured trace of weariness.

"Your teacher is somewhat tired today. Nana, withdraw for now."

"We will discuss the remaining matters tomorrow."

"Yes, Teacher. Please take good care of yourself."

Though Hu Liena still had doubts, she did not dare ask further.

She respectfully bowed, then slowly left the great hall with light steps.

The heavy doors silently shut, sealing off the inside from the outside.

The trace of weariness on Bibi Dong's face instantly vanished without a trace.

Her purple eyes turned once more toward the Light Screen in her mind, her gaze sharp as icy blades.

She would see for herself exactly who these uninvited guests were.

Suotuo City.

Inside a room at an ordinary inn.

The stunning black-haired young woman Zhu Zhuqing was preparing to rest.

Her figure possessed breathtaking curves, every rise and fall perfectly proportioned.

In the dim light, her pitch-black eyes resembled the liveliest pair of cat eyes.

Suddenly, a pale blue Light Screen popped up before her without warning.

[Ding! You have been invited to join the "Douluo Continent Enthusiast Group"!]

Zhu Zhuqing's entire body stiffened, her pupils shrinking sharply.

"Who?!"

As she shouted, she instantly completed Martial Soul Possession.

The phantom of the Hell Spirit Cat flashed behind her and disappeared.

Sharp claw blades shot from her fingertips. Soul Power surged around her, and she radiated dangerous intent as though facing a formidable enemy.

Her body tensed as her sharp gaze rapidly swept every corner of the room.

There was no one there.

She could not sense any Soul Power fluctuations or hidden aura either.

Yet the Light Screen before her was undeniably real, its words still scrolling.

"Douluo Continent Enthusiast Group?"

Zhu Zhuqing frowned deeply, her eyes cold as frost.

"Playing tricks!"

Without hesitation, she gathered Soul Power at her claw tips and slashed fiercely at the Light Screen!

Her sharp claw wind swept through it as if striking Voidness.

The Light Screen did not move in the slightest. Not even a ripple appeared.

Zhu Zhuqing's heart tightened, and she withdrew her claws as she stepped back.

"..."

The feeling of being watched by an unknown existence sent chills down her spine, unease spreading like a shadow.

Far North.

The continent's eternally frozen realm.

Ice fields stretching for a thousand miles.

Snow drifting across ten thousand miles.

Howling winds carried hard snow pellets as they shrieked and roared, like countless vengeful souls wailing.

There was only endless white between heaven and earth, monotonous and deathly still.

The extreme cold was enough to make flowing Soul Power sluggish.

A bleak, murderous aura filled every inch of space. This was a forbidden zone for human life.

Snow several fathoms deep covered everything.

Occasionally, Soul Beasts exceptionally resistant to the cold passed through cautiously, yet none dared make the slightest sound.

As though they feared waking the ancient rulers slumbering here.

The Core Area of the Far North was even more terrifying, with ice layers accumulated to a depth of a thousand zhang and eternal, bitter cold.

This was the most terrifying region of the Far North, the domain of its emperors.

"Who is it?!!"

A soul-shaking roar suddenly erupted!

The roar carried supreme pressure as it swept in all directions!

The ice fields for a thousand miles shook violently!

Countless ancient blocks of ice split apart with horrifying spiderweb cracks!

The heavy snow was flung skyward by the berserk sound waves, forming a ghastly white blizzard that blotted out the heavens!

Every Soul Beast within several kilometers, regardless of its cultivation age, fell prostrate upon the ground.

Terrified out of their wits, they trembled violently, not daring even to whimper.

At the source of the roar was an enormous emerald-colored ice crystal scorpion, its body comparable in size to a mountain!

Its entire body seemed carved from the purest blue crystal, its brilliance flowing with an emerald-like luster.

Its eight scorpion legs were like pillars cast from ice, covered in savage barbs and driven deep into the ice.

Its tail was not an ordinary Scorpion Tail.

Instead, it consisted of gorgeous segments resembling imperial jade.

The venomous stinger at its tail tip was crystalline and translucent, flashing with deadly cold light capable of freezing souls.

The second-ranked of the Three Heavenly Kings of the Far North, the 380,000-year super Beast—the Ice Jade Empress Scorpion, Ice Empress!