Compromise, Spirit Transmission Pagoda's Sky Changes!

The rising gale whipped his hair into a mess.

Qiangu Dieting's eyes narrowed.

The gravity on his face deepened.

Leng Hanyuan's strength was even more terrifying than he had anticipated.

He had indeed not unleashed a full-power strike just now.

But he hadn't held back, either.

Yet, Leng Hanyuan had managed to block it with such effortless ease.

When experts clash, a single move reveals much.

Qiangu Dieting felt that although they were both quasi-gods, Leng Hanyuan's strength was likely superior to his own.

However.

Bearing the honor of the Qiangu Family, Qiangu Dieting clearly could not back down now.

He let out a cold shout.

Layers of metallic armor emerged around his body.

The aura within him rose to another level with the appearance of the armor.

Four-Word Battle Armor!

As the former Pagoda Master of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda and the previous head of the Qiangu Family, Qiangu Dieting was naturally a genuine Four-Word Battle Armor Master!

Only with the augmentation of the Four-Word Battle Armor was Qiangu Dieting in his peak, complete form!

Leng Yaozhu, who had just been relieved to see her ancestor block Qiangu Dieting's Coiling Dragon Staff so easily, hadn't even had time to be happy before her heart sank at the sight of Qiangu Dieting releasing his Four-Word Battle Armor.

Damn it!

How could she have forgotten about this!

Her ancestor was a figure from ten thousand years ago; he didn't possess a Battle Armor of his own!

As a Four-Word Battle Armor Master, Leng Yaozhu knew all too well how terrifying the boost a set of Four-Word Battle Armor provided to a soul master was.

Qiangu Dieting and her ancestor were both quasi-gods.

Even if her ancestor's strength surpassed this old man of the Qiangu Family, this old man had the advantage of a full set of Four-Word Battle Armor.

In this situation, her ancestor's prospects might not be optimistic...

"A bit interesting."

Feeling the change in Qiangu Dieting's strength, Leng Hanyuan's eyes brightened, and he became slightly more interested.

Although they were both quasi-gods.

The gap in strength between Qiangu Dieting and himself was simply too vast, making it hard for Leng Hanyuan to muster much interest.

But with the augmentation of the Four-Word Battle Armor, the current Qiangu Dieting was finally able to pique his interest a little.

"Is this the soul guidance technology of humanity today?"

"Ten thousand years have passed; has human soul guidance technology truly developed to such a degree?"

The Two Emperors of Ice and Snow in the spiritual sea felt the change in strength brought about by Qiangu Dieting's Four-Word Battle Armor and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

In his Four-Word Battle Armor state, Qiangu Dieting's strength was already above that of the peak Ice Empress from back then.

Seeing that Leng Hanyuan had not released any Battle Armor.

Qiangu Dieting felt a surge of joy.

This guy was likely truly an old monster from ten thousand years ago.

Otherwise, there was no reason for him to lack even a Battle Armor.

With the gap provided by the Four-Word Battle Armor, Qiangu Dieting's confidence gradually began to rise.

"Coiling Dragon Breaks the Abyss!"

Qiangu Dieting shouted coldly, and the Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand thrust out once more.

The staff transformed into a coiling dragon, tearing through space as it hurtled toward Leng Hanyuan.

Qiangu Dieting did not intend to kill Leng Hanyuan.

After all, they were both people of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda.

Having an extra quasi-god in the Spirit Transmission Pagoda would also be beneficial for dealing with Shrek Academy and the Tang Sect.

But he wanted to suppress Leng Hanyuan firmly, to make him understand that the Qiangu Family still called the shots in the Spirit Transmission Pagoda.

At the same time, he would use this mysterious quasi-god, Leng Hanyuan, to further establish the prestige of the Qiangu Family within the Spirit Transmission Pagoda.

Keenly catching the confident curve of the slight smirk on Qiangu Dieting's lips.

A cold glint flashed in Leng Hanyuan's pure white eyes.

"Do you think you have me figured out just because you have a Four-Word Battle Armor?"

He chuckled softly.

The temperature between heaven and earth plummeted abruptly.

Beneath Leng Hanyuan's feet, Deep Blue Frost spread silently.

Wherever it passed, vegetation turned to crystal and the ground cracked.

A vortex of cold air slowly opened behind him.

Billions of ice crystals shimmered within it.

The surrounding light began to bend; within a radius of ten feet, everything faded into a deep, profound blue.

A shrill cry rang out.

The head of an Ice Phoenix emerged from the vortex.

Its beak, forged from ten-thousand-year black ice, bore faint, golden ancient patterns that flickered in and out of existence.

Then came those eyes, burning with cold flames, devoid of a single trace of warmth.

It spread its wings.

The wingspan blotted out the sky.

Every flight feather was a perfect ice prism.

Fine frost crystals drifted from its tail feathers, rotating slowly in mid-air and refracting dazzling, iridescent light.

The layer of frost thickened and rose at a speed visible to the naked eye, transforming into a miniature glacier.

Leng Hanyuan stood in the center of the sanctuary, his arms slightly spread.

The Ice Phoenix folded its giant wings and crashed directly into his body.

Deep blue wings of light burst from his shoulder blades, shaking off a sky full of frost dust.

The extreme cold caused even the high-ranking members of Chuantian Pagoda, who possessed extraordinary cultivation, to tremble uncontrollably.

They instinctively mobilized their soul power, attempting to block out the chill.

Leng Hanyuan sat there, looking like a monarch of ice and snow.

Ten thousand miles of frost, supreme and alone.

"Break!"

His eyes snapped open.

The Mystic Phoenix charged toward the staff that Qiangu Dieting had transformed into a Coiling Dragon, accompanied by a sky full of ice prisms.

The momentum was vast and mighty, as if a divine beast had descended upon the world!

This was the true majesty of a phoenix!

Leng Yaozhu watched this scene, her beautiful eyes filled with brilliant light.

Though they were both at the Limit Douluo level, it was only from this ancestor, Leng Hanyuan, that she truly felt the might of the phoenix.

Her pursuit of the future realm became a little clearer in her heart.

"Don't just stand there, hurry and act! Do you want to watch the Spirit Transmission Pagoda headquarters be destroyed?"

The female Limit Douluo powerhouse from before shouted.

Looking at the mesmerized Leng Yaozhu and the clashing Qiangu Dieting and Leng Hanyuan, she felt a wave of exhaustion.

This was not just any place, nor was it some soul fighting arena.

This was the Spirit Transmission Pagoda headquarters!

It would have been one thing if these two had just exchanged a secret blow.

But now, they were actually fighting for real.

The destructive power caused by two quasi-gods clashing, even just the aftermath, could easily destroy all the surrounding buildings.

Hearing her shout, Leng Yaozhu and the others finally snapped back to reality.

They released their soul power one after another, constructing a soul power barrier around the area.

Although none of them had quasi-god cultivation, they were, after all, existences at the Limit level.

Controlling the aftermath of the battle within a certain range was something they could still manage.

The Mystic Phoenix shattered the Coiling Dragon, its shoulder and beak slamming fiercely into Qiangu Dieting's chest.

Relying on the defense of his four-word battle armor, he did not suffer significant injury.

However, he still let out a muffled groan, his face turning much paler.

"How is it?"

"Do you still want to continue?"

Leng Hanyuan sat where he was and snapped his fingers lightly.

The surrounding frost receded like snow meeting the spring sun.

Qiangu Dieting's face flickered between shades of green and white.

He had never imagined that, with the amplification of a four-word battle armor, Leng Hanyuan's strength would actually surpass his own by a margin.

Even that fellow, the Sky-Propping Douluo Yun Ming, couldn't reach such a level, could he?

Just how far had this guy traveled down the path toward becoming a quasi-god?

After a long while, Qiangu Dieting finally sighed in resignation.

The Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand turned into a streak of light and returned to his body.

He plopped down into his seat and raised an arm.

"This old man agrees to the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo's proposal."

The many high-ranking officials of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda exchanged glances, realizing that their old Pagoda Master had conceded.

Leng Hanyuan, sitting calmly before them, was shrouded in a layer of ruthless majesty that struck awe into the hearts of all who looked upon him.

To suppress a quasi-god-level old Pagoda Master bolstered by four-word battle armor without even using his own—

This Spirit Transmission Pagoda...

The winds of change were surely coming!