Divine Beast Bixi! Ultimate Ice!

"Green-haired turtle?"

Jiang Yi raised an eyebrow, looking at the giant green turtle that had appeared before him with a strange expression.

Where did these two get a Martial Soul Fusion Skill? And a green-haired turtle at that—though, it did seem somewhat logical?

"Bastard! This is a divine beast! What green-haired turtle? Your whole family is green-haired turtles!"

The giant cyan turtle roared at the sky, Xu Sanshi's furious voice emanating from within the beast, laced with a hint of embarrassment and rage.

"Forget it, I can't be bothered to waste breath on you! You aren't worthy of listening! Die!"

The giant cyan turtle moved, lifting its forelimb and slamming it down onto the ground with a thunderous crash.

BOOM!

The entire arena shook violently; the ground shattered, and cracks spread outward like a spiderweb.

A golden stone stele emerged above the turtle's shell, its surface ancient and heavy, with mountains and rivers flowing endlessly across it.

"Suppress!"

A cold shout exploded from within the turtle.

The golden stele descended with a roar, erupting with ten thousand rays of golden light that shrouded the entire arena in a thick curtain of radiance.

The golden light poured down like a physical substance, each strand so heavy that it made the very air feel dense and suffocating.

Rumble—

The protective barrier around the arena groaned under this terrifying pressure, its surface covered in dense cracks before it shattered completely.

A monstrous pressure, like Mount Tai collapsing, instantly swept across the entire venue, spreading toward the spectator stands.

"What's the deal with this green-haired turtle? It's actually got some bite."

Ma Xiaotao narrowed her eyes, feeling the mountain-like weight of the pressure, and looked curiously at the senior sister.

Even she, a Spirit Emperor, felt threatened, but she had never heard of such a turtle-type spirit beast.

"I do not know either."

Zhang Lexuan shook her head, a flicker of confusion crossing her beautiful eyes.

Xu Sanshi possessed the Mysterious Underworld Turtle Shell Shield, and Bei Bei possessed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. For the two to fuse... could it be a Dragon Turtle?

"This is the divine beast—Bixi!"

A calm, aged voice sounded from behind them.

"Elder Mu!"

Zhang Lexuan turned around, saw the hunched figure, and quickly bowed in greeting.

On the other side, Ma Xiaotao sauntered over carelessly, calling out with a grin.

"Grandmaster! What brings you here?"

"Mm."

Mu En nodded slightly, his gaze falling upon the giant cyan turtle in the arena, as if he could pierce through the golden light to see the two figures intertwined within.

"According to ancient legend, the Dragon God birthed nine sons, each with their own strengths. Bixi is the sixth son, born of a True Dragon and a divine turtle; it possesses infinite strength, excels at bearing heavy burdens, and can suppress the mountains and rivers of the realm."

He paused, stroking his beard with a hint of a smile in his tone.

"In terms of potential alone, this Martial Soul Fusion Skill is even superior to Xuan Zi's Godly Taotie Bull."

It seemed Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi had turned a misfortune into a blessing.

"Elder Xuan? The Godly Taotie Bull?"

Hearing Mu En say this, the two realized the truth.

Elder Xuan was the second most powerful person in Shrek Academy; had his state of mind not been compromised, he would have long since stepped into the realm of Limit Douluo.

Anything related to a True Dragon was naturally no ordinary thing.

"So that's how it is..."

Ma Xiaotao rubbed her chin, lost in thought.

However, she quickly lost interest; her Evil Fire Phoenix originated from the God of Phoenix in the God Realm, after all.

"Elder Mu, should we..."

Zhang Lexuan felt the pressure of the divine beast and looked at Mu En, hesitating to speak.

This power was likely beyond the control of Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi; it would be bad if an accident occurred.

"No need."

Mu En shook his head slowly, his gaze piercing through the golden light covering the arena to land on the figure who remained composed.

"This kid seems to have another trump card."

While Mu En and Zhang Lexuan were watching the battle, Ma Xiaotao was glancing around, only to unexpectedly spot a certain figure.

"Huh? It's her..."

Ma Xiaotao blinked, a mischievous smirk appearing on her face. Without a word of greeting, she quietly slipped away from the spectator stand.

On the arena stage, a golden stele hung suspended in mid-air, ten thousand rays of golden light pouring down like a waterfall.

Jiang Yi, whose figure had been hovering in the air, was forced to retract his wings and land back on the ground under this terrifying pressure.

That golden light felt like an invisible mountain pressing down on his shoulders, making even the air grow viscous.

"Hahaha! Keep flying, why don't you!"

The giant cyan turtle lowered its head, its pupils filled with mockery and triumph.

Their Martial Soul Fusion Skill possessed an unparalleled power of suppression; no matter how fast one flew, they could never escape this Five Finger Mountain.

"You only know how to show off on this stage."

Jiang Yi dissipated the wind and lightning power around his body and recalled Xiao Lan into the Master Ball, his tone indifferent and devoid of any panic.

It was only because the arena was too small; otherwise, this green-haired turtle wouldn't even be able to touch him.

Agility-type soul masters were indeed a bit constrained during matches, but without regional boundaries, he could kite a whole crowd to death.

"Stubborn to the end! Be suppressed!"

Xu Sanshi's voice rang out once more.

The golden stele suspended in mid-air suddenly descended, the golden light intensifying as the air let out a shrill, mournful cry under the immense weight.

A heavy, ancient pressure crashed down like a mountain-toppling tsunami, attempting to force Jiang Yi to his knees.

Jiang Yi tilted his head back, another Master Ball appearing in his hand.

This time, the surface of the ball was not wreathed in wind and lightning, but in wisps of emerald-green cold mist, as if it held the seal of winter itself.

"Bingbing!"

"Coming!"

A pillar of ice-blue light shot into the sky, slamming violently into the golden stele hanging above.

Countless rays of cold light collided with the golden light, erupting in a deafening roar as countless fine ice crystals drifted through the air.

Snowflakes swirled and fluttered, descending from the sky like goose feathers.

In a secluded corner of the spectator stands, a woman dressed in a long blue gown was preparing to rise and leave.

She had short blue hair and wore a simple white hairpin on her forehead; her beauty was breathtaking, yet she carried an aloofness that kept others at a distance.

Standing amidst the crowd, she resembled an ice goddess descended to the mortal realm, causing those around her to instinctively keep their distance.

She was to be admired from afar, not approached!

The blue-haired woman had just turned and stepped into the exit passage when her footsteps faltered.

"Yo, isn't this our Goddess Ling?"

Ma Xiaotao stood with her arms crossed, leaning lazily against a stone pillar at the entrance of the Soul Fighting Zone, her tone laced with mockery.

"I thought you weren't interested in boys? How do you have the time today to come watch the outer court juniors spar?"

"What business is it of yours?"

The blue-haired woman glanced at her, her already icy expression chilling further, causing the surrounding air to drop by several degrees.

"Hey, hey, hey, Ling Luochen, don't be so cold, alright? I am the captain, after all—"

Ma Xiaotao spread her hands helplessly.

Why did she look like she'd swallowed a lemon every time she saw her captain?

"Hmph!"

Ling Luochen ignored her, walking past her to continue toward the exit.

Although both were members of the Shrek Seven Devils, their relationship was mediocre, perhaps even bordering on hostile.

Previously, she had refused to engage in dual cultivation with Ma Xiaotao, and Ma Xiaotao had assumed she was putting on airs, leading to a lingering friction between them.

Of course, the reason she found Ma Xiaotao even more repulsive was the woman's complete lack of boundaries.

The two were just like their respective Martial Souls—fire and ice, naturally incompatible, and they could never see eye to eye.

"How boring."

Ma Xiaotao watched Ling Luochen's retreating back, rolled her eyes, and turned to leave as well.

But the next second—

Both of their footsteps stopped simultaneously.

At some point, snowflakes had begun to drift across the sky above the Soul Fighting Zone, and the temperature in the surrounding area was plummeting rapidly.

In just a few short breaths, the entire Soul Fighting Zone had been transformed into a pristine, white world of ice and snow.

"This is..."

Ling Luochen reached out to catch a falling snowflake, which lingered in her palm for a brief moment before slowly melting away.

A trace of shock appeared in her beautiful eyes, and she whipped her head around to look at the competition stage.

On that stage, which had originally been shrouded in golden light, a pillar of ice-blue light pierced through the heavens, shattering the golden curtain.

Looking at that streak of ice-blue, she felt her own Martial Soul trembling; it was an instinctive sense of submission.

"Ultimate Ice!"