Crippling Tang Hao

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Tang Hao's mangled body as if it had substance. It seemed capable of piercing flesh and reaching deep into the marrow, carrying the cold indifference of someone examining an object.

"However..."

"You have something I want."

Tang Hao's clouded pupils suddenly contracted!

An overwhelming terror and despair instantly engulfed him!

The other's target... was Ah Yin's soul bone!

That 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor's Right Leg Bone, which carried all his longing and pain!

What remained of his body trembled violently. A ragged, beastlike death rattle escaped his throat. "No... no!"

"That is Ah Yin... You can't..."

Ling Han said nothing more.

His eyes narrowed, and a terrifying aura from deep within his bloodline suddenly erupted, as though it had come from some primordial ice prison!

"Ice Hell Dragon Emperor!"

A deep dragon's roar seemed to rise from beneath the Nine Hells!

Behind Ling Han, space twisted as an immense, majestic Dragon Emperor phantom made entirely of dark-blue ultimate ice abruptly appeared!

Its draconic body coiled through the air, its scales grim and chilling. Its head was held high, and its icy dragon eyes looked down upon all living things, radiating absolute majesty capable of freezing souls and ruling all dragons!

The temperature throughout the valley instantly dropped below freezing, and the pools of blood amid the ruins froze into dark-red ice crystals!

The instant this supreme dragon's might, originating from the very source of his martial soul, appeared—

Wang Qiu'er let out a muffled groan, a flicker of alarm flashing through her molten-gold dragon eyes!

The Golden Dragon bloodline within her seemed to have encountered a true sovereign. It actually began to boil faintly beyond her control, filling her with instinctive awe and pressure!

She unconsciously stepped half a pace back, the brilliant golden light around her flickering unstably.

A phantom of scarlet-gold dragon scales erupted wildly across Long Chen's body beyond his control. His crimson eyes were fixed on Ling Han, filled with incredulous shock and... an indescribable trace of submission!

The Blazing Sacred Dragon martial soul within him was wailing and trembling!

This was absolute suppression in terms of bloodline rank!

It seems the young master has become even stronger, Long Chen thought in astonishment.

The chill around Xue Qinglan instantly condensed into a tangible wall of ice, and her ice-blue eyes turned grave to the extreme.

Ying Yue's figure fluctuated violently in the shadows, as though that terrifying dragon's might could scatter her at any moment.

Even experts like them felt crushing pressure upon their souls!

Tang Hao was even worse, as if an invisible iceberg had crushed down upon him. What little aura he had left instantly withered, and he lost even the strength to struggle. Only instinctive fear continued spreading through his eyes.

Ling Han seemed accustomed to the pressure generated by his martial soul.

Three Soul Rings slowly rose beneath his feet.

The first two were 10,000-year Soul Rings, black as the depths of night, radiating powerful fluctuations of energy.

But the instant the third ring appeared... even the majesty of the Ice Hell Dragon Emperor seemed briefly overshadowed!

It was a blue-gold Soul Ring!

The moment it emerged, the solidified air around them seemed to cry out beneath unbearable strain!

It instantly seized the hearts of everyone present!

Fear!

The fear and insignificance of ants gazing up at the stars!

Even powerful figures like Xue Qinglan and Long Chen instinctively trembled in the depths of their souls!

They did not know what age it was, but it had undoubtedly surpassed the limits of their understanding!

Ling Han's Ice-Fire Twin Pupils locked onto Tang Hao as his cold voice pronounced judgment.

"Third Soul Skill—"

"Ice Hell Dragon Emperor Spear!"

As his words fell, the Million-year Soul Ring shone brilliantly!

Buzzz—!

A dark-blue spear entirely forged from ultimate ice, wrapped in ancient dragon patterns and radiating an aura capable of freezing souls, condensed out of thin air before Ling Han!

The spear shaft was crystalline and translucent, and an icy dragon shadow seemed to swim within it. A glint of cold light shone from its tip, as though even space itself could be frozen!

The instant this ice spear appeared, the surrounding temperature plummeted to absolute zero!

The pools of blood amid the ruins instantly froze into dark-red ice crystals!

Even the air condensed into tiny shards of ice! Under the glow of the Soul Ring, the dark-blue Ice Hell Dragon Emperor Spear instantly split apart!

One became two, two became four, four became eight... In the blink of an eye, dozens, then over a hundred identical Ice Hell Dragon Emperor Spears hovered precisely around Tang Hao's mangled body like chilling spears of judgment, surrounding him from every angle!

Every spearhead pointed toward a vital point on his body, especially his right arm and left leg!

Cold killing intent, like a tangible tide of frost, instantly froze Tang Hao in place!

"No..." Tang Hao released one final, weak, despairing whimper.

Ling Han's gaze remained indifferent as he lightly drew his finger downward.

"Fall."

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Whoosh! Whoosh—!

Over a hundred Ice Hell Dragon Emperor Spears fell in an instant like deadly hail of ice, carrying shrill whistles that tore through the air and a freezing current capable of chilling all things!

Squelch!

Squelch! Squelch!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a series of scalp-numbing dull sounds, like Ice Cones piercing rotten wood!

Precise!

Cold-blooded!

Efficient!

Two dark-blue spear phantoms, like the most precise surgical scalpels, instantly pierced through Tang Hao's right shoulder joint and left knee respectively!

Extreme cold instantly froze the wounds, and not a single drop of blood splashed out!

Under that silent cut of ice, his right arm and left leg were completely severed from his body!

The instant the severed limbs hit the ground, Ling Han's thoughts shifted again.

One hovering ice spear did not strike down. Instead, it transformed into a stream of frigid probing light that instantly swept over Tang Hao's mangled body, precisely stopping at a hidden spot between his chest and abdomen, covered in blood.

Sshhk!

The ice spear pierced his flesh like a scalpel and gave a precise flick!

A blue-gold leg bone, radiating gentle yet resilient light and filled with boundless life and the aura of vegetation, was drawn from Tang Hao's body encased in ice!

It was the 100,000-year Ah Yin Right Leg Bone he had kept close to his body without ever absorbing it!

At the same time, from the stumps of Tang Hao's severed right arm and left leg, two soul bones radiating intense Soul Power fluctuations—a right arm soul bone and a left leg soul bone stained with frozen blood crystals—were also shaken free by that precise force of ice and revealed!

Three soul bones!

One was sacred blue-gold, while the other two were bloodstained dark gold, all instantly frozen within dark-blue ice!

Ling Han did not even glance at Tang Hao, who had completely passed out on the ground with only one breath left.

With a wave of his hand, the three frozen soul bones flew into Ling Han's grasp.

His fingertips brushed over the ice, and the blue-gold Blue Silver Emperor soul bone emitted a warm glow that dispelled part of the chill.

"I got the soul bones." Ling Han's voice was calm and unruffled, as though he had merely done something trivial.

He turned, put away the soul bones, and walked toward Xue Qinglan.

Xue Qinglan immediately stepped forward and gently picked him up again. Her cold eyes swept over the hellish scene below without the slightest emotion.

Wang Qiu'er, Ying Yue, and Long Chen also barely recovered from the overwhelming shock brought by the Million-year Soul Ring. Their gazes toward Ling Han now held even deeper reverence.

That blue-gold Soul Ring and those Soul Skills, precise to the point of cold cruelty, had been deeply etched into their hearts.

"Let's go," Ling Han said.

Holding Ling Han in her arms, Xue Qinglan soared into the sky atop the Extreme Ice Phoenix.

The other three followed close behind, turning into streaks of light that vanished beyond the horizon.

Above the ruins, only Tang Hao remained, completely dismembered and frozen stiff in a pool of blood, along with his two severed limbs sealed in ice.

The lingering terrifying pressure of the blue-gold Million-year Soul Ring still spread soundlessly through Tang Hao's mind.