Yin-Yang Stasis Domain

I had assumed this brat was hiding somewhere and would take some effort to track down, but to think he delivered himself right to our doorstep.

"Oh? Isn't this the young master of King Frost Extreme?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice returned to that flippant, malicious tone.

"What a coincidence, father and son meeting here. It saves us the trouble of having to hunt you down."

His gaze swept back and forth between Luo Yun and Ice Emperor, a flicker of confusion crossing his eyes.

How could the Ice Emperor, one of the Three Great Heavenly Kings of the Far North, be carrying a human child? But he didn't dwell on it; in his eyes, a six-year-old child, no matter how much he struggled, could never escape his grasp.

"Young master, will you come with us willingly, or must we use force?" Chrysanthemum Douluo pinched the golden chrysanthemum in his hand, the petals spinning gently between his fingers.

"Don't say I didn't warn you—your father is already at death's door, so don't you dare..."

Luo Yun did not look at him.

He hopped off Ice Emperor's back and walked quickly to Luo Shang.

Luo Shang was leaning against an ice pillar, his face as pale as paper. The Frost Cold Sword was thrust into the ice beside him, its glow as dim as a lamp about to burn out.

His robes were soaked in blood—some his own, some his enemies'—making it impossible to tell which was fresh and which was old.

Luo Yun knelt down, reached out, and pressed his hand against Luo Shang's chest.

A jade-green light surged from his palm, the Source of Life transforming into a gentle stream that flowed into Luo Shang's body.

Wherever that light passed, torn meridians began to knit together, shattered bones began to mend, and withered soul power began to revive.

Color returned to Luo Shang's face at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his breathing grew steadier.

Luo Shang looked at his son, crimson eyes meeting crimson eyes.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat felt blocked by something, and not a single word could escape.

When he left Slaughter City, Luo Yun was still the child who needed his protection.

And now, his son was riding a 390,000-year-old fierce beast to save him.

"Little Yun..." Luo Shang's voice was so hoarse it was barely audible.

"Father, don't speak." Luo Yun's voice was soft, yet steady.

"Where is Mother?"

Luo Shang raised his hand and pointed toward the depths of the ice cave.

Shen Yinshuang was leaning against the ice wall, covered by Luo Shang's outer robe. Her face was pale, her eyes tightly shut, and her breathing was so faint it was almost imperceptible.

Luo Yun walked over and placed his hand on his mother's forehead. The jade-green light surged forth again, even softer and warmer than before.

Shen Yinshuang's eyelashes trembled, her brows smoothed slightly, and her breathing became more regular. But she did not wake; having lost too much blood and suffered such grave injuries, the Source of Life could mend her body, but it could not rouse her consciousness.

Luo Yun withdrew his hand, stood up, and turned around.

Behind him, Ice Emperor had already begun to clear the field.

The tail hook of the Ice Jade Empress Scorpion carved jade-green arcs through the ice cave, and with every strike, a Spirit Hall spirit master fell.

Those Spirit Sages and Spirit Douluos couldn't even summon the thought of resistance before the Ice Emperor.

A Spirit Douluo-level powerhouse exhausted his strength to unleash his eighth spirit ability, flames erupting from his palms to bathe half the ice cave in a crimson glow.

Ice Emperor didn't even glance at him. With a flick of her tail hook, a jade-green light cleaved the flames in two, and the shockwave pinned the Spirit Douluo directly to the ice wall.

The man struggled twice, then went still.

In less than ten breaths, all twenty-plus Spirit Hall elites had fallen.

Some were frozen into ice sculptures, some were pierced by the tail hook, and others had their internal organs shattered by the Ice Emperor's soul power.

The ice was covered in bloodstains and shards of ice, and the air was thick with the heavy stench of gore.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression changed completely.

He watched the Ice Emperor wreak havoc among the spirit masters, watched his subordinates of many years fall one by one, and finally, fear appeared in his golden eyes.

It was not a fear of death, but a fear of the unknown.

How could a six-year-old child command the Ice Emperor, one of the Three Great Heavenly Kings of the Far North, to do his bidding?

"Old Ghost!" Chrysanthemum Douluo shouted.

"Old Chrysanthemum!" Ghost Douluo's voice came from the darkness, equally laced with panic.

The two exchanged a look; no extra words were needed. After decades as partners, a single glance was enough.

Both figures retreated simultaneously. Chrysanthemum Douluo's golden petals spun in the air, while Ghost Douluo's black mist surged in the darkness. The two powers converged, merged, and rotated in mid-air.

"Spirit Fusion Skill, Yin-Yang Stasis Domain!"

Golden and black light intertwined, forming a massive domain in mid-air.

The domain rotated slowly, light pouring down from the diagram to shroud the entire ice cave.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still.

The ice shards in the air hung suspended, no longer falling; the blood on the ice ceased its spread; even the wind stopped.

Ice Emperor's body stiffened.

She remained in an attacking posture, her tail hook raised high and her six legs braced against the ice, but she could no longer move her body.

Her pupils contracted slightly, a flash of shock crossing her emerald-blue slit eyes.

Having lived for hundreds of thousands of years, she had seen countless soul skills, yet she had never encountered one capable of such a brief, absolute stasis domain.

Luo Yun stood deep within the ice cavern, his scarlet eyes fixed on the slowly rotating domain as his brows furrowed slightly.

The martial soul fusion skill of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo was indeed something.

But that was all it amounted to.

He raised his right hand, fingers splayed, and ice-blue light surged from his palm.

Snow Emperor.

An ice-blue figure emerged from the light, her silver-white hair flying in the wind, her ice-blue dress refracting a cold, piercing light in the dimness of the ice cavern.

Her features were exquisite and cold, her expression carrying a transcendence that seemed untouched by the mortal world, yet at this moment, those ice-blue eyes were filled with fury.

She had been displeased enough when Luo Yun subdued her, and now, having just been released, she felt herself suppressed by a strange power.

Although it was not directed at her, the very existence of this power made her extremely uncomfortable.

"What is this?" Snow Emperor's voice was as cold as the ice in the deepest reaches of the Far North.

Without waiting for Luo Yun to answer, she gripped the air with her right hand, and an Ice Crystal Sword coalesced in her palm.

She swung it casually toward the domain.

Ice and Snow Storm.

Ice-blue light surged from the blade, transforming into an overwhelming blizzard that swept toward the Yin-Yang Stasis Domain.

Within the storm, countless tiny ice blades rotated and sliced; each one was sharp enough to tear through space, leaving behind fine, black fissures in the ice cavern.

The Yin-Yang Stasis Domain shuddered violently, its golden light dimming as the domain began to collapse.

Watching their death throes, Snow Emperor curled the corners of her lips slightly.