Red Butterfly!

The blood-colored characters slowly solidified.

[Third Place: Current Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, Level 97 Peak Douluo, Tang Xiao!]

Within the territory of the Heaven Dou Empire.

At the summit of a precipitous mountain peak, perpetually blanketed in ice and snow.

This place had been isolated from the world for years, connected to the surrounding cliffs only by a few thick iron chain bridges.

Howling frigid winds ravaged the valley, whipping up snow that filled the sky.

This was the location of the Clear Sky Sect, once the number one sect in the world, which had since declared its withdrawal from worldly affairs.

Outside the stone fortress atop the mountain.

A burly man, standing like an iron tower, stood amidst the wind and snow.

He wore a heavy gray robe, his broad shoulders covered in a layer of accumulated snow.

His short, grayish-brown hair stood upright like steel needles, and his resolute face was etched with the vicissitudes of time.

In his hand, he gripped a massive hammer that radiated a pitch-black light.

The number one tool spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer!

This man was none other than the current Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, Xiaotian Douluo, Tang Xiao.

Tang Xiao had been silently observing the light screen in the sky.

Even though the Clear Sky Sect had secluded itself, they could see this phenomenon covering the entire continent with perfect clarity.

Watching those powerful beings in the cultivation world who could destroy heaven and earth.

Watching those monsters who could shatter magical treasures with a single finger and obliterate Title Douluo with a casual wave of their sleeves.

Tang Xiao's heart was churning with turbulent waves.

His Clear Sky Hammer techniques, which he had always taken such pride in, seemed so clumsy and ridiculous in the face of the spells and artistic conceptions of those cultivators.

Just moments ago, he had been secretly rejoicing that the Clear Sky Sect had secluded itself, far from the chaos of the outside world, perhaps allowing them to remain unscathed in this unprecedented catastrophe.

But when the blood-red characters "Tang Xiao" were clearly imprinted on the third screen.

This man of iron-willed integrity staggered violently.

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand slammed heavily onto the bluestone slab beneath his feet, creating a web of cracks.

"Sect Master!"

The fortress gates were flung open.

Several Clear Sky Sect elders with white hair and beards rushed out, their expressions frantic.

The Second Elder looked at the name on the Sky Screen, stomping his feet in anxiety as his cane tapped rhythmically against the ground.

"This damned Sky Screen! How could it choose the Sect Master!"

"We have already sealed the mountain; why won't it let us be!"

The Seventh Elder was also filled with anxiety, grabbing Tang Xiao's arm.

"Sect Master, what should we do? That world is a man-eating den of demons!"

"Even Qian Daoliu of Spirit Hall has fallen in there. If you go, our Clear Sky Sect will be left without a leader. What will happen to us then?"

The elders had all lost their composure.

The Clear Sky Sect had already been severely weakened by the events of the past, relying entirely on Tang Xiao to hold the sect together.

If Tang Xiao were to go and never return, the Clear Sky Sect would truly be on the brink of destruction.

Tang Xiao listened to the elders' dissuasion and concerns.

He slowly raised his head, facing the swirling snow, and exhaled a long breath of white mist.

The initial panic gradually faded from his resolute face, replaced once again by the composure and dominance befitting the Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect.

"Elders, do not panic."

Tang Xiao's voice was low and powerful, piercing through the howling wind and snow to reach everyone's ears clearly.

"The disciples of my Clear Sky Sect have never been cowards who fear death."

"Since this Sky Screen has chosen me, whether it be a blessing or a curse, I must face it."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over every elder present.

"After I leave, all matters within the sect shall be under the full authority of the Second Elder."

"Additionally..."

Tang Xiao paused, a flash of complex emotion crossing his eyes.

He thought of his younger brother, Tang Hao, who was still wandering out there.

"If... if Hao has a chance to return, tell him that his big brother did not bring shame to the Clear Sky Sect."

After saying this, Tang Xiao hoisted his Clear Sky Hammer onto his shoulder with a forceful motion.

The majestic Soul Power of a level ninety-seven powerhouse surged within him, instantly clearing the snow and ice from his surroundings.

He lifted his head, gazing at the light screen in the sky that belonged to him with a fearless posture, as if staring death in the face.

[Ten-minute preparation time has ended.]

[Initiating teleportation!]

The grand and cold voice of the Sky Screen rang out once more.

Three dazzling dark-red beams of light descended from different voids.

Two landed within the Pope Palace of Martial Soul City, accurately enveloping Golden Crocodile Douluo and Azure Luan Douluo.

The third pierced through the swirling snow and landed on the towering peak of the Clear Sky Sect, completely wrapping around Tang Xiao's burly frame.

The moment they were enveloped by the beams, the three peak powerhouses who could command the wind and rain across the Douluo Continent felt an irresistible spatial pulling force.

This power was countless times higher in rank than any soul skill they had ever witnessed.

They did not even have the qualification to release their Soul Power to resist.

In the next second, the beams of light contracted violently, transforming into three streaks of light that shot into the sky and vanished directly into the blood-red light screen.

The Pope Palace was left empty, save for the silent sighs of Bibi Dong and the remaining elders.

On the summit of the Clear Sky Sect, the snowflakes continued to drift, but the imposing figure who had carried the hammer was gone.

Every spectator across the entire continent held their breath.

They stared unblinkingly at the three screens in the sky.

These three individuals represented the current peak combat strength of the Douluo Continent.

Where exactly would they be teleported to in the Renegade Immortal World?

Would they encounter low-level cultivators like Xue Beng, or would they run into an old monster of the Cultivation World the moment they landed, like Qian Daoliu?

After a slight distortion, the images gradually became clear.

To everyone's surprise, the three screens on the Sky Screen underwent a strange change.

The first and second screens slowly merged into one.

Golden Crocodile Douluo and Azure Luan Douluo had been teleported to the same location.

The two stood back-to-back, warily surveying their surroundings.

Meanwhile, Tang Xiao in the third screen had arrived alone in a completely different, unfamiliar region.

Looking first at the merged screen:

Golden Crocodile Douluo and Azure Luan Douluo stood back-to-back in a vast, white expanse of ice and snow.

The snow here fell heavily.

Every snowflake that landed carried a terrifying chill that seemed capable of freezing the soul.

Gales mixed with ice shards struck Golden Crocodile Douluo's Martial Soul Avatar, which was covered in golden scales, creating a series of teeth-grinding metallic scraping sounds.

"Second Brother, this place is a bit ominous."

Azure Luan Douluo's brows were tightly locked, and the cyan gale around him swirled incessantly.

He attempted to use his wind-attribute Soul Power to resist the surrounding cold.

However, the wind elements he usually controlled were completely out of his command here.

The surrounding cold was too overbearing; it directly froze the Soul Power he released into ice shards, which fell onto the snow with a rustling sound.

Golden Crocodile Douluo let out a cold snort and slammed his fists together.

"Whatever this ominous place is, we are dignified level ninety-eight and level ninety-seven peak Douluos; surely we won't be frozen to death by a snowstorm?"

His voice was loud, carrying far across the empty snowfield.

It seemed he was trying to use this method to dispel the faint, lingering sense of crisis in his heart.

Douluo Continent, Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong watched the snowfield on the screen, her gaze involuntarily turning grave.

She could clearly see that the white mist exhaled by the two elders turned into ice powder the moment it left their lips.

"The temperature there must have dropped to an unimaginable degree."

Bibi Dong murmured in a low voice.

Ghost Douluo, standing to the side, shivered and subconsciously wrapped his black robe tighter around himself.

He dealt with dark attributes year-round, making his perception of the environment exceptionally keen.

"Your Holiness, the snow in that place seems to contain some kind of power of laws."

"The rate at which the two titled elders are consuming their Soul Power is more than ten times faster than usual."

Hearing this, the faces of the titled elders in the great hall all changed.

In a desperate situation where even replenishing Soul Power was impossible, running out of it meant becoming nothing more than a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

In the projection, just as Golden Crocodile Douluo and Azure Luan Douluo were preparing to find a way out, a blurry figure suddenly appeared in the sky-filling wind and snow ahead.

The figure walked very slowly.

Yet with every step taken, the violent wind and snow around them seemed to encounter a monarch, automatically retreating to both sides.

Gradually, the figure drew closer.

It was a woman.

A woman so breathtakingly beautiful, yet so cold that one dared not look her in the eye.

She wore a long, bright red dress that looked exceptionally striking against the pure white snowfield.

The woman's features were flawless, her skin even more translucent and crystalline than the surrounding ice and snow.

She was barefoot, stepping onto the thick snow.

Strangely, not a single footprint was left behind.

Illusory ice lotus flowers bloomed quietly on the snow with each of her steps, only to drift away with the wind.

This woman was none other than Red Butterfly, a renowned prodigy on Vermilion Bird Planet and a core disciple of the Snow Domain!

Red Butterfly's expression was indifferent.

There was no emotional fluctuation in her eyes, which were like two blocks of ten-thousand-year-old ice that would never melt.

She walked straight toward Golden Crocodile Douluo and Azure Luan Douluo, seemingly not regarding these two burly men at all.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's heart skipped a beat as he watched the woman in the red dress appear.

He could not sense a single shred of energy fluctuation from her.

There were only two possibilities for this.

Either the opponent was a mortal with no cultivation whatsoever, or her realm was so high that they could not even begin to fathom it.

In this bizarre world of cultivation, Golden Crocodile Douluo clearly did not believe the former.

"Halt!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo let out a thunderous roar, and the nine soul rings on his body lit up instantly.

He pushed his Golden Crocodile King martial soul to its limit, his massive frame standing like a golden wall as he blocked Red Butterfly's path.

"Who are you!"

Faced with Golden Crocodile Douluo's deafening demand, Red Butterfly did not even lift an eyelid.

She maintained her steady pace, walking forward step by step.

In her eyes, the two so-called peak Douluo standing before her were likely not even worth being called stumbling blocks on the side of the road; at most, they were two specks of dust drifting in the wind.

Seeing the opponent act so arrogantly, Azure Luan Douluo's eyes turned cold.

"Second Brother, don't waste your breath on her. Let's take her down first!"

The azure wings behind Azure Luan Douluo snapped open.

He transformed into a gale of azure wind, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, and charged directly toward Red Butterfly's flank.

Wind blades condensed at his fingertips, flickering with a dangerous, cold glint.

Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy.

Tang San stared intently at the light screen, his brows knitted tightly together.

"Too reckless."

Tang San whispered, his palms slick with cold sweat.

"That woman's gait contains some kind of heaven and earth formation."

"The space around her has been completely sealed. For Azure Luan Douluo to charge in like that is equivalent to throwing himself onto the blade."

Dai Mubai swallowed hard from the side.

"That is the full-force strike of a ninety-seventh-level peak Douluo. Even Qian Daoliu wouldn't dare take that head-on, right?"

As it turned out, the understanding of the Douluo Continent would always be a joke in the face of the Immortal world.

In the scene, the gale transformed from Azure Luan Douluo was less than thirty feet away from Red Butterfly.

Red Butterfly stopped in her tracks.

She slowly raised her head, and those indifferent eyes finally cast a glance at Azure Luan Douluo.

It was merely a single glance.

Red Butterfly slowly raised her right hand, and with a slender, fair finger, she tapped lightly in the direction of Azure Luan Douluo.

A flash of multicolored light flickered at her fingertip.

Five Elements Spiritual Power.

This seemingly understated tap contained the supreme, perfected Five Elements power of the Vermilion Bird Planet.

"Crack!"

There was no violent explosion.

The violent cyan wind blades surrounding Azure Luan Douluo all froze in mid-air the moment they touched that multicolored light.

Following that, the wind, which had been condensed from Soul Power, was forcibly transformed into solid ice sculptures.

An irresistible, freezing force spread along the wind blades and directly onto Azure Luan Douluo's body.

The fierce expression on Azure Luan Douluo's face instantly solidified.

He felt a bone-chilling cold pierce his heart, and the blood throughout his entire body ceased to flow within a thousandth of a second.

A thick layer of blue ice rapidly spread upward from the soles of his feet, encasing his entire person in the blink of an eye.

"Third Brother!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes were wide with rage as he let out a roar of grief and indignation.

He swung his massive crocodile tail, carrying the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, and smashed it fiercely toward Red Butterfly.

Red Butterfly remained expressionless.

Facing the golden giant tail descending like a small mountain, she merely flicked her sleeve casually.

A breeze carrying snowflakes brushed past.

"Bang!"

The Golden Crocodile King Armor that Golden Crocodile Douluo took such pride in was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper before this breeze.

Large areas of golden scales shattered, turning into golden light spots that filled the sky.

A force like a collapsing mountain and an overturning sea struck his chest.

Golden Crocodile Douluo spat out a large mouthful of blood, his massive body flying backward like a kite with a broken string before crashing heavily onto the snow.

Before he could even scramble to his feet, that overbearing, freezing force had already swept over his entire body.

The solid ice spread.

The two peak Douluo who were arrogant and unrivaled on the Douluo Continent were thus frozen into two lifelike ice sculptures.

Inside the ice, they still retained the shock and despair of the moment before their defeat.

Red Butterfly did not even spare the two ice sculptures another look.

She continued to take steps, treading through the snow-filled sky, gradually moving further away until she finally disappeared into the vast, white world.

All that remained was the deep trembling of the ten billion living beings on the Douluo Continent.

One finger.

One sleeve.

The two peak combatants of Spirit Hall had been turned into two ornaments on the snowy plain without the slightest ability to fight back.

Inside the Pope Palace, there was dead silence.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes, her fingers digging deeply into her palms.

Defeated.

Defeated so decisively, defeated in a way that left one feeling so hopeless.

The woman in the red dress just now hadn't even revealed much killing intent.

She had simply wiped away two obstacles in her path as if she were brushing dust off her clothes.

"What exactly do the people of that world consider us to be..."

Ning Fengzhi stood on the terrace of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, looking up at the sky, his voice bitter to the extreme.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin clenched his fists.

"Ants."

Chen Xin spat out these two words, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"In their eyes, we don't even qualify to be their opponents."

Just as everyone remained immersed in the shock brought about by Red Butterfly's ruthless instant kill.

On the Sky Screen, the third screen belonging to Tang Xiao suddenly erupted with violent shaking.

Everyone's gaze was forcibly drawn toward it.

The place where Tang Xiao descended was a world entirely different from the rest.

The Land of Ancient Gods, deep within the Sea of Blood.