Shui Bing'er and Ning Xiaochun's First Team-Up!

However, before Ning Xiaochun could even react, Shui Bing'er, standing before him, had already responded to Xie Yue's "proposal" with an even colder and more overbearing attitude.

Shui Bing'er took a step forward, her ice-blue eyes fixed directly on Xie Yue. The chill in her gaze was enough to freeze a person's very soul.

She didn't even glance at Yan or Hu Liena; she merely stared at Xie Yue, her voice as crisp and sharp as an ice blade, carrying an unquestionable sense of resolve.

"I don't care if you are from Spirit Hall or some so-called Golden Generation."

"He," Shui Bing'er tilted her head slightly to gesture toward the cold-faced Ning Xiaochun behind her, then turned back, her gaze like a knife, "almost hurt Xiaochun."

"Apologize." Shui Bing'er's voice was ironclad, carrying a grim determination as if she were ready to burn everything to the ground. "Make him apologize to Xiaochun, immediately."

"Otherwise," a frigid aura erupted from Shui Bing'er's body, and the phantom of an Ice Phoenix rose behind her, letting out a cry toward the heavens. The pressure of a top-tier beast spirit was released without reservation as she spoke, word by word, with absolute clarity:

"I will beat him until he apologizes!"

As her words fell, a terrifying cold wave surged outward, centered on Shui Bing'er!

The ground froze instantly, and the moisture in the air transformed into a sky full of dancing ice crystals! She was actually intending to challenge all three members of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation single-handedly!

Shui Bing'er's cold and resolute words, which sounded like a declaration of war, were like ice water thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the already tense atmosphere of the scene.

Yan had already been left in a wretched state by Shui Bing'er's previous "Ice Seal," and his temper was already flaring. Now, hearing the other party being so relentless, even forcing him to apologize in public to a child who looked like he hadn't even grown his hair out yet, the pride of a Spirit Hall Golden Generation member and the inherent hot-headedness of a fire-attribute spirit master instantly shattered whatever "peace-keeping" rationality Xie Yue had left.

"Apologize? Hahahaha!"

Yan laughed out of sheer rage, his fiery red hair appearing as if it were about to ignite. He shoved Xie Yue aside, strode forward, and glared at Shui Bing'er with eyes spitting fire. His voice was distorted by anger.

"Do you really think I was afraid of you just now? It was nothing more than carelessness! I am at level forty now; I'm only one spirit ring away from being a four-ring Spirit Ancestor! Do you two Great Spirit Masters really think you're qualified to make me apologize?"

He extended a thick finger, pointing first at Shui Bing'er, then at Dugu Yan, and finally cast a disdainful glance at Ning Xiaochun, who was being shielded behind them, before waving his hand arrogantly.

"You want me to apologize? Fine! Beat me! As long as you can win, let alone apologize, I'll even kowtow! Don't say I'm bullying you—the three of you, come at me together! Today, I'll let you see what the strength of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation is really like!"

"Yan!"

Xie Yue frowned and shouted a low warning. He was calmer than Yan and could see that neither Shui Bing'er nor Dugu Yan were simple, especially the blue-haired girl, whose ice attribute was eerily powerful.

But Yan's words were already out, and the other party's attitude had indeed infuriated him. As the leader of the Golden Generation, he couldn't afford to lose his momentum now, so he only added coldly:

"Since we are fighting, we will follow the rules of the spirit master world. However, blades have no eyes and spirit skills have no mercy. If you end up injured or crippled, don't blame us for not warning you beforehand."

Hu Liena didn't speak, but a glimmer of interest in watching a show flashed through her charming peach-blossom eyes.

She had absolute confidence in her brother and Yan's strength. Two level-thirty Great Spirit Masters and a child who looked even younger—even if they had some tricks up their sleeves, they couldn't possibly bridge a ten-level spirit power gap to defeat Yan, who possessed a top-tier spirit and rich combat experience.

It was just as well; let these three ignorant fools learn how formidable Spirit Hall truly was.

Dugu Yan had long been itching for a fight. Hearing this, she immediately began to flex her muscles. The phantom of the Jade Phosphorus Serpent Emperor hissed behind her, and her bewitching green eyes were filled with eager excitement.

"Such big talk! This lady was just looking to teach a blind red-haired turkey like you a lesson! Xiaochun, Bing'er, let's go together and beat the hell out of him!"

However, Ning Xiaochun gently pulled back Dugu Yan, who was about to charge forward.

He stepped out from behind Shui Bing'er. The lingering fear and anger on his small face had vanished, replaced by a strange calm, though his large eyes flickered with a coldness that bordered on ruthless.

He first looked up at Shui Bing'er, who was standing before him like a mother hen protecting her chick, radiating an icy aura. A warmth flowed through his heart before he turned his gaze toward the arrogant Yan.

"Forget about us all attacking together, lest you say we're bullying you with numbers."

Ning Xiaochun's voice was crisp, carrying the characteristic innocence of a child, but his tone was undeniably firm. "Sister Bing'er and I—the two of us—are enough to beat you."

He paused, and under the stunned gazes of Yan, Xie Yue, and Hu Liena, he slowly extended a finger and pointed it at Yan: "However, if you lose, it won't be as simple as just an apology."

"You will kneel, kowtow, and apologize," Ning Xiaochun said, enunciating every word clearly. Each syllable felt like a small hammer striking the hearts of everyone present.

He was afraid of death, and he was cautious, but that didn't mean he lacked a bottom line or backbone.

The other party had nearly cost him his life and was still being so arrogant and domineering. If he didn't teach them a lesson they would never forget, how could he continue his "cautious development" in the future?

He had to vent this frustration! And he had to do it beautifully, in a way that would make them never dare to provoke him again!

Yan was stunned for a moment, then, as if he had heard the world's greatest joke, he threw his head back and roared with laughter, rocking back and forth.

"Hahaha! Kneel? Kowtow? Just because of you two little brats? Fine! I accept! If I lose, forget about kneeling and kowtowing—I'll even call you Grandpa! But if you lose..."

"If we lose, the matter of those two spirit beasts will be wiped clean. We will leave immediately and never mention it again."

Ning Xiaochun interjected, his tone flat, as if he were discussing something trivial.

"Fine! It's a deal!" Yan sneered, his spirit power already beginning to surge. "Then let me see what kind of ability you have to be spouting such big words!"

"Xiaochun..." Shui Bing'er tilted her head slightly, her ice-blue eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.

Although she was angry, she hadn't lost her reason; the other party was, after all, level forty, and the gap in spirit power was immense.

But seeing the calm and determined look in Ning Xiaochun's eyes, all the doubts in her heart vanished instantly.

She nodded, her cold voice carrying absolute trust: "Alright."

Although Dugu Yan was somewhat unwilling, she knew that since Ning Xiaochun had said so, he must have his own plans. She snorted coldly and retreated to the side, her green eyes fixed intently on the field, ready to intervene at any moment.

Hu Liena and Xie Yue exchanged a glance and also stepped back, leaving enough space for the three to fight.

Hu Liena's interest deepened, while Xie Yue frowned slightly, feeling a vague sense that the little black-haired boy opposite them was abnormally calm.

On the field, the three stood in confrontation.