God King Tang Shut Down

Gu Yuan did not appear to activate any soul skill, yet bone-piercing cold mist surged from his body.

The frigid current touched the foremost vines first.

With a soft crack, the pitch-black aura of evil instantly faded away.

A thin layer of ice rapidly spread along the black vines, freezing their veins and fibers from the outside in.

The originally agile, writhing black vines suddenly stiffened in midair.

In an instant, the entire patch of Dark Blue Silver Grass was encased in crystalline ice, turning into grotesque vine-shaped ice sculptures. Fine ice spikes formed across their surfaces, completely robbing them of their ability to Entangle or attack. The remaining vitality of the vegetation was sealed away by the extreme cold.

At the slightest touch, ice chips rustled down.

After holding on for several seconds, unable to bear their own weight, the frozen vine sculptures cracked, fell to the ground, and shattered with a bang into a field of ice crystals.

Tang San's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Damn it, an Ice Dragon King Martial Soul? How is that possible?"

That day, he once again recalled the terror of being dominated by Shui Bing'er.

Now, he had neither the Eight Spider Lances nor his second martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, nor had he undergone Ice and Fire Body Tempering. Against Gu Yuan, who possessed the Ice Dragon King Martial Soul, his situation was ten thousand times more dangerous than it had been against Shui Bing'er.

Overcome by shock and fury, his fourth soul ring lit up.

Sixteen vines silently rose beneath Gu Yuan's feet, but before they could form a Dark Blue Silver Cage, the cold current radiating from Gu Yuan froze them once more into grotesque ice sculptures.

"I refuse to believe you can completely restrain me."

All four soul rings on his body lit up at once. Tang San let out a sharp cry and formed a Blue Silver Overlord Spear in his hand.

Gu Yuan's first soul ring lit up, and a Mysterious Ice Dragon Spear likewise appeared in his hand.

Compared to Tang San's Blue Silver Overlord Spear, however, it was far more imposing and oppressive.

Their eyes met as they hurled their spears.

The instant the spear tips collided, bone-chilling cold invaded through the Mysterious Ice Dragon Spear, and the Blue Silver Overlord Spear was instantly covered in thick ice.

Its material froze until it resembled glazed crystal.

It failed to stop the Mysterious Ice Dragon Spear for even an instant. The ice, along with the Blue Silver Overlord Spear inside it, exploded into countless shards of ice and debris amid drifting frosty mist.

When they looked again, Tang San had already left his original position.

The steps beneath his feet suddenly became illusory, and his body flashed repeatedly as he lunged toward Gu Yuan's left side.

Before throwing the Blue Silver Overlord Spear, he had already known that his Dark Blue Silver Grass could not possibly rival the Ice Dragon King.

Thus, he decisively abandoned a martial soul clash and planned to use hidden weapons instead.

Gu Yuan's gaze followed Tang San's movements as he quietly watched him.

The next moment, extreme cold erupted from where the Mysterious Ice Dragon Spear had struck the ground.

Piercing cold air swept in every direction like a tidal wave.

Visible frost mist surged outward, spreading wildly along the stands, arena, and pillars.

In an instant, half the Spirit Fighting Arena was covered in ice. Giant ice spikes rose from the ground, some three or four meters long, others more than ten meters.

From afar, or viewed from high above, it looked like a miniature iceberg.

Before Tang San could even unleash his outdated hidden weapons, one of the ice spikes sealed him inside.

He remained frozen in the pose of throwing a hidden weapon.

Dangling foolishly in midair.

Unable to move in the slightest.

Dai Huabin, Du Weilun, and Beibei were frozen as well.

They happened to be on the other half of the arena, so they too failed to escape the onslaught of cold.

Including Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, the remaining five girls all sucked in a breath.

What a powerful martial soul!

What a powerful soul skill!

It had not only frozen half the Spirit Fighting Arena, but even Du Weilun, the Spirit Department's dean of instruction and an eight-ringed Soul Douluo.

At this moment, if Gu Yuan wished, he could have sent the frigid current into their bodies.

He could have necrosed their bodies entirely and turned them into icy fragments.

But after considering it, he decided against it. For one thing, he still needed to seize Shrek. For another, he could now basically confirm that this "Tang Ya" was God King Tang descending into the lower realm.

The ability to form a Blue Silver Overlord Spear by hand, along with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track that was far more exquisite than the incomplete Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.

Other than God King Tang, there could be no one else.

At present, Gu Yuan did not possess anything like the Ten Absolute Poisons that could erase a soul.

If God King Tang managed to switch back—

That would be rather unpleasant.

Fine. He would spare his life for now.

With that thought, Gu Yuan snapped his fingers. Pale blue light flashed, and the ice sculptures vanished.

Tang San fell to the ground, his skin covered in frostbite. He panted heavily, and none of his previous high spirits remained on his face.

His eyes were filled with bewilderment.

"Xiao Ya, are you all right? Don't scare me." Ignoring the frostbite on his own body, Beibei rushed to Tang Ya the moment he broke free.

Tang Ya ignored him. At this moment, compared to the pain in his body, his mind was suffering far greater torment.

He had lost.

He had actually lost.

And he had lost completely.

Whether it was martial souls, soul skills, or even the hidden weapons he was proudest of, none had achieved the slightest effect.

Had Douluo Continent truly developed to this extent?

Among soul masters of the same rank, was there actually someone who could defeat him despite his cultivation of the complete Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record?

No, it could not be that.

It was the martial soul.

It had to be because of the martial soul.

No matter how formidable Dark Blue Silver Grass was, how could it possibly compare with the Ice Dragon King, one of the Nine Great Dragon Kings?

If only he had his second martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer. With the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes, Chaotic Cloak, and the Great Sumeru Hammer's ring detonation, his opponent would definitely not be a match for him.

At that moment, Tang San missed the Clear Sky Hammer from his previous life as never before, while his hatred for the God of Destruction sank even deeper into his bones.

If not for that bastard's scheme, let alone facing a human brat with the Ice Dragon King Martial Soul—

Even if the Ice Dragon King's true body had come in person, what would God King Tang have to fear?

But what he did not have, he did not have. This body possessed only one martial soul: Dark Blue Silver Grass.

It was impossible for him to defeat Gu Yuan.

At the same time, Tang San could not help thinking of the savage beast he had previously sacrificed to Huo Yuhao.

Hatred welled up in his heart.

Destruction, for plotting against me and making me fall from my divine altar, you have already earned a death sentence.

And Huo Yuhao, you Huo bastard, traitor, vile bastard, rebel—you stole the savage beast sacrifice that should have been mine. Once I intercept all your opportunities, I will eat your flesh and sleep on your skin.

As these thoughts raced through his mind, Tang San's eyes turned bloodshot, and he began panting like a bull.

"My thanks."

Watching God King Tang suffer an episode of "Down syndrome," Gu Yuan spared no effort in provoking him.

(PS: Here, "Down syndrome" refers only to bloodshot eyes and panting like a bull. It has nothing to do with reality.)

"Hmph!" God King Tang snorted coldly, rose to his feet, and left in a daze, having even forgotten why he had come in the first place.

"Xiao Ya, wait for me." After giving Gu Yuan an apologetic look, Beibei hurried after him. He knew Gu Yuan had held back just now.

Otherwise, neither he nor Tang Ya would have escaped death today.

If even Du Weilun, an eight-ringed Soul Douluo, could be frozen, Beibei did not believe he could survive Gu Yuan's hands.