Yan Defeated in One Move!

The entire plaza fell into a deathly silence in an instant!

Everyone had their mouths agape and eyes wide, staring in disbelief at the six dazzling soul rings beneath Shui Bing'er's feet!

The three pitch-black, ten-thousand-year soul rings, in particular, felt like three massive mountains pressing down on everyone's hearts!

"Six... a six-ring Soul Emperor?!"

"How is this possible?! She just turned eighteen!!"

"Three ten-thousand-year soul rings! How did she manage that?!"

"My god... this talent is even more terrifying than Young Master Yan's!"

The smiles on the faces of Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei froze instantly. They exchanged a glance, both seeing deep shock and wariness in the other's eyes!

An eighteen-year-old Soul Emperor! And one with three ten-thousand-year soul rings! Such talent was simply unheard of! Even the Golden Generation, cultivated with all the resources of Spirit Hall, fell far short!

The confidence and smugness on Yan's face also stiffened completely. He stared at the six soul rings at Shui Bing'er's feet, especially those three black ten-thousand-year rings; his pupils constricted, and a stormy sea surged in his heart!

How is it possible?! How could she already be a Soul Emperor?! And with three ten-thousand-year soul rings?! What on earth did she go through in these six years?!

Shui Bing'er stood there quietly, the phantom of the Ice Phoenix flapping its wings slowly behind her, radiating a biting chill. She looked at Yan's face, which was etched with shock and disbelief, and the corners of her mouth curled into a cold arc.

"Now, do you still think you can beat me?"

Her voice, like ten-thousand-year black ice, carried a bone-chilling cold that struck at Yan's heart.

Yan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat seemingly blocked by something, unable to utter a single word.

The talent and strength he took such pride in appeared so pale and powerless before Shui Bing'er.

The battle had not yet begun, but the outcome seemed already set.

On the Tianshui Academy plaza, cold air permeated the space, and ice crystals flew about.

Shui Bing'er stood quietly, the Ice Phoenix phantom slowly flapping its crystal-like wings behind her, six soul rings pulsing rhythmically at her feet, emitting a heart-stopping pressure.

She seemed to have merged with the surrounding ice and snow, like an ice goddess descended into the mortal world—cold, noble, and inviolable.

Level sixty-two, Soul Emperor.

This level of strength, let alone among the younger generation present, was something many of the older generation of powerhouses might not even reach. And she had only just turned eighteen.

In the crowd, Leng Ningshuang widened her eyes, staring in disbelief at her most prized disciple. She opened her mouth to speak, only to find her voice seemingly frozen in her throat.

She had always known Shui Bing'er's progress over the past six years was rapid, but she had never imagined it had reached this point! A six-ring Soul Emperor! She was only eighteen! Such talent was simply unheard of!

"Bing'er... when did she..." Leng Ningshuang muttered to herself, her eyes filled with shock and confusion. As her master, she had been completely ignorant of her disciple's true strength.

Beside her, Shui Yue'er also had her small mouth agape, her eyes round as saucers. It took her a long time to snap out of it, and she jumped up in excitement:

"Big sister is too amazing! A six-ring Soul Emperor! Hahaha! Let's see if that red-haired turkey dares to be arrogant again!"

Meanwhile, Yan, standing opposite Shui Bing'er, had a complexion that had turned ugly to the extreme.

His pride as a five-ring Soul King appeared so pale and powerless before the terrifying pressure of Shui Bing'er's six-ring Soul Emperor status.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to save face, but found his throat seemingly blocked, unable to utter a single word.

How is it possible?! How could she be a Soul Emperor?! She's only eighteen! Even if she started cultivating in her mother's womb, it shouldn't be this fast, right?!

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei exchanged a glance, both seeing deep shock and wariness in the other's eyes.

An eighteen-year-old Soul Emperor, and one with three ten-thousand-year soul rings... such talent, even the Pope Bibi Dong back in the day, fell far short!

This Shui Bing'er must not be allowed to live! If she were allowed to fully mature, she would surely become a grave threat to Spirit Hall!

However, Shui Bing'er did not give them much time to think.

"Since you are ready, let us begin."

Shui Bing'er's voice was as cold as an ice spring, devoid of any emotion. She slowly raised her right hand, and a delicate ice-crystal lotus condensed at her fingertips, radiating a biting chill.

"First Soul Skill, Ice Seal!"

With a flick of her finger, the ice-crystal lotus instantly transformed into an ice-blue stream of light, shooting toward Yan! Wherever the light passed, the air seemed to freeze, emitting crisp cracking sounds!

Yan's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly channeled his soul power, his first and second soul rings lighting up simultaneously.

"First Soul Skill, Hell Magma Rush!"

"Second Soul Skill, Granite Rock!"

A crimson torrent of magma and a gray-white rock armor appeared at the same time, attempting to block the seemingly small ice-crystal lotus!

However, in the face of an absolute gap in strength and attribute suppression, Yan's resistance appeared futile.

The moment the ice-crystal lotus collided with the magma torrent, the scorching magma was frozen at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a twisted sculpture of flame and ice!

Following that, the ice-crystal lotus continued unabated, slamming fiercely into the Granite Rock on Yan's body!

Crack! Crack!

The hard rock armor shattered like thin ice! A terrifying chill instantly invaded Yan's body, freezing half of him into an ice sculpture!

"Ah—!" Yan let out a painful scream, his entire body flying backward like a kite with a broken string. He crashed heavily to the ground, half his body covered in thick frost, causing him to tremble all over, his face deathly pale.

One move!

Just one move! Yan, a five-ring Spirit King, had been defeated cleanly and decisively by the six-ring Spirit Emperor, Shui Bing'er!

The entire plaza fell into dead silence.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene, their minds completely blank. They had considered that Shui Bing'er might win, but they never imagined she would win so easily, so overwhelmingly!

Shui Bing'er slowly withdrew her hand, the phantom of the Ice Phoenix behind her gradually dissipating.

She looked down from above at Yan, who lay on the ground with half his body frozen stiff. In those ice-blue eyes, there was no pity, only cold indifference: "You have lost. Get out."

Yan struggled to stand up, but with half his body frozen, he couldn't muster any strength at all.

He lay on the ground, looking up at Shui Bing'er's cold, beautiful face, his eyes filled with humiliation, anger, and a trace of... fear, which he himself was unwilling to admit.

He had lost. Lost so thoroughly, so without a shred of suspense.

But how could he just give up like this?!

He, Yan, a member of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation and a personal disciple of the Pope, when had he ever suffered such a disgraceful humiliation?! If he went back with his tail between his legs, how could he maintain his standing in Spirit Hall? How could he hold his head high in the spirit master world?!

A look of viciousness flashed through his eyes.

Yan grinned hideously as he looked at Shui Bing'er, his voice filled with a hint of frantic triumph: "Do you think defeating me is the end of it? Hahahaha! You are too naive! Today, whether you agree or not, you will have no choice! Elder Ju, Elder Gui, do it!"