A Top-Tier Martial Soul: Never Felt Better

Qi Dao sank into the water where the two springs of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well met.

His body endured unimaginable pain. One moment, he felt as though he were submerged in lava; the next, trapped in an ancient ice cellar.

The searing heat and bitter cold tormented Qi Dao beyond endurance.

Sometimes, having too strong a will was not a good thing.

Because Qi Dao's mental strength was so great and his will so firm, he remained conscious throughout, acutely aware of every bit of pain he suffered.

A day passed in the blink of an eye.

Dugu Bo sat cross-legged nearby, his gaze fixed on the boundary between the cold and hot springs of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Ever since Qi Dao had sunk beneath the water, Dugu Bo had watched for any movement without so much as blinking.

But as time crept by, the well remained calm. Even Dugu Bo could not help growing worried.

That kid hadn't died in there, had he?

If something really happened to him, how would I explain it to Yanyan?

Just as Dugu Bo's brow tightened—

Hum!

A faint sword hum suddenly rose from within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

It was barely audible, but who was Dugu Bo?

He was a Titled Douluo. Not the slightest disturbance could escape his notice.

"That was a sword!"

"Hahaha! I knew that kid wouldn't die so easily!"

Dugu Bo sprang to his feet, his eyes gleaming. The weight that had pressed on his heart finally lifted, and relief spread across his face.

Hum—

The sword hummed again.

This time, the sound was clearer and louder.

A streak of sword light shot out of the still water, sending scorching and freezing sword intent surging in every direction.