Ragged panting echoed through the great hall. Han Yu wiped the icy, bloody foam from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes shone with a frightening intensity:
"Continue!
The Seventh Trial!"
The divine consciousness phantom floated down, amazement in its eyes:
"The Seventh Trial is to draw out the divine weapon: the Extreme Cold Ice Soul Spear!
This spear has suppressed the Far North Ice Eye for a hundred thousand years. It weighs one hundred and twenty-eight thousand jin and contains such ultimate cold that flesh turns to ash at its touch.
Do you dare attempt it?"
Deep within the hall, a translucent, dark-blue spear traced with flowing, mysterious divine patterns stood embedded in the heart of the ice abyss.
Han Yu strode forward, his eyes flashing like lightning:
"Why wouldn't I dare? How could a mortal blade reign supreme? Only a divine weapon is worthy of my hand!"
He reached out with his dragon-scaled palm and clamped it fiercely around the shaft of the Extreme Cold Ice Soul Spear!
Ssssh!
Terrifying frost poison raced up Han Yu's arm. His entire right arm instantly became an ice sculpture, his bones cracking under the freezing cold.
"Rise!"
Han Yu drove both feet hard into the frozen floor. His peerless rank-ninety-nine soul power surged like a raging tide as he pushed the Netherworld Domain to its limit:
"If I demand that you emerge, you have no right to remain buried!"
"Rise for me-!!"
With a furious roar that shook heaven and earth, the ice abyss, unmoving for ten thousand years, let out a piercing wail.
The divine weapon weighing over a hundred and twenty thousand jin was pulled from the ground, inch by inch!
Divine radiance illuminated the entire Ice God Temple. The cold wave even pierced Gu Yu's barrier, soaring