Suppression, Instant Kill!

He had already made preparations. If Jiang Ziming proved no match for Jiang Xiaogang, he would immediately rush onto the stage and save his son.

Nearby.

Xiao Xiao stood beside her father, clutching the hem of her skirt with both hands, her emerald-green eyes filled with worry.

As one of the young man's closest companions, she knew better than anyone how talented Jiang Ziming was.

Although she did not know how Jiang Ziming had obtained those three ten-thousand-year soul rings.

Even with ten-thousand-year soul rings, there had never been a precedent in the history of the Douluo Continent for a three-ring Soul Master to challenge a six-ring one.

Xiao Zhentian noticed the anxious look on his daughter's face. He bent down slightly and lowered his voice as he asked:

"Xiao'er, is this Jiang Ziming the boyfriend you found at school?"

Xiao Xiao's face immediately flushed red, and she hurriedly waved her hands.

"Dad! What nonsense are you talking about?! We're just... good friends!"

Xiao Zhentian smiled and did not press the matter. He turned his gaze back to the stage.

His appraisal of this young man had already surpassed every "genius" he had encountered so far.

Besides, anyone who could make his pampered, high-standards daughter care so deeply was certainly no ordinary person.

Soon, Jiang Xiaogang was the first to speak on the fighting stage.

He kept his tone as mild as possible, hoping to salvage some of his dignity.

"Worthy nephew Ziming, let today's battle be nothing more than a sparring match. There is no need to hurt our relationship. You may make the first move."

Jiang Ziming could not be bothered to exchange pleasantries with him.

He did not raise the Xuanyuan Sword directly. Instead, he merely closed his eyes slightly and unleashed the soul skill attached to the Ice Emperor's torso soul bone.

"Bearing a Thousand Autumns · Frost Reflects Across Ten Thousand Miles"!

The next instant, an aura of extreme cold erupted outward from him!

A thick layer of frost instantly formed over the ground of the fighting stage!

The ice spread outward at a visible speed, covering the entire arena and even extending below the stage, laying down a crystalline sheet of ice across the bluestone ground.

The temperature in the air plummeted by more than ten degrees, and every breath became white mist.

At the same time, an invisible pressure of a domain enveloped the entire venue.

Below the stage, the expressions of several elders changed instantly.

"My soul power... why is it circulating so slowly?!"

"Damn it, me too! It feels like something is suppressing it!"

"What kind of soul skill is this? A domain-type skill? He's only at three rings!"

Jiang Yi also felt that suppressive force.

The circulation of soul power within his body had visibly slowed. It was not completely stagnant, but it had been weakened by at least thirty percent.

His heart jolted.

He was a seven-ring Soul Sage!

Even he was affected. What about those with lower cultivation?

He looked around and saw that the clan members with one to five rings had already gone pale. Some even had to cling to the pillars beside them to remain standing.

Their soul power seemed to have frozen, nearly ceasing to flow altogether.

Meanwhile, Xiao Zhentian stood beneath the stage. Feeling the sluggishness of his soul power, his pupils contracted slightly.

As an eight-ring Soul Douluo, his cultivation was profound, and the pressure of this domain had limited effect on him. Yet it still sent a chill through him.

He glanced at the young man onstage and silently put away the last trace of his carelessness. Calling this boy a "genius" was far too conservative!

Onstage, Jiang Xiaogang felt it most intensely.

He was the domain's primary target, and nearly all of that freezing pressure was concentrated on him.

He felt as though his soul power had frozen, its circulation slowed by at least half!

Thus, Jiang Xiaogang instinctively summoned his martial soul.

"Earth Dragon King" possessed him, and a layer of bright yellow scales covered his arms and shoulders.

Two yellow, two purple, and two black soul rings rose from beneath his feet.

Yet even the soul power of a six-ring Soul Emperor struggled beneath the suppression of this domain.

A powerful sense of unease rose within him.

Something was terribly wrong!

This was absolutely not power a three-ring Soul Master should possess!

Before he could figure it out, Jiang Ziming's next attack had already arrived.

The young man withdrew the Xuanyuan Sword and instead summoned his first martial soul.

"Invincible Hell Carrot"!

A crystalline carrot appeared in his left palm, emitting a faint, chilling glow.

Then, his third soul ring lit up.

That pitch-black ten-thousand-year soul ring cast a cold gleam across the ice.

"Third Soul Skill · Heavenly Ice Snow Carrot Spike"!

BOOM!!!

A massive frozen carrot cage appeared out of thin air around Jiang Xiaogang, imprisoning him within!

The cage was made entirely of mysterious ice, shaped like a gigantic carrot enlarged hundreds of times over. Dark blue light flowed across its surface as it radiated bone-piercing cold.

The ice walls were several feet thick and incomparably solid, with a fine layer of frost crystallized across them.

Jiang Xiaogang's heart tightened. He immediately swung his fist at the ice wall.

His fist, covered in the Earth Dragon King's scales, carried tremendous force as it slammed viciously into the ice wall.

THUD!!!

A dull, thunderous sound rang out. The ice wall trembled, scattering shards of ice.

But not even a single crack appeared...

Jiang Xiaogang's expression changed.

He took a step back and lit up his second soul ring. A beam of earthy yellow light blasted from his palm and crashed violently into the ice wall.

BOOM!!!

The ice wall still did not budge.

His third and fourth soul rings lit up...

Jiang Xiaogang unleashed several soul skills in succession, punching and kicking, bombarding it with soul power. The inside of the ice wall shook and hummed, yet there was still no sign of it breaking.

Below the stage, several elders were already dumbfounded.

"Xiaogang... he actually can't break that ice prison?"

"He's a six-ring Soul Emperor! How can he fail to break a cage created by a three-ring Soul Master?!"

"What kind of martial soul is that carrot? How could it possess such power? Were we really that wrong about it back then?!"

Jiang Yi stood below the stage with his mouth open, yet he did not know what to say.

He realized that he knew far too little about his son.

On the other side, Xiao Xiao covered her mouth with both hands, her emerald-green eyes full of shock.

She knew perfectly well how formidable Jiang Ziming's carrot martial soul was.

But seeing it trap a six-ring Soul Emperor after gaining merely one more soul ring still gave her a profound sense of unreality.

Xiao Zhentian fell silent for a moment before softly praising him.

"This boy... he's truly a monster."

Onstage, Jiang Ziming gave Jiang Xiaogang no more time to struggle.

He withdrew his carrot martial soul and summoned the Xuanyuan Sword once more.

The golden ancient sword reflected dazzling light across the ice. The mysterious runes on its blade seemed to come alive as they slowly flowed.

Three black soul rings rose beneath the sword, giving off a cold gleam amid the icy mist.

He raised his sword.

"Third Soul Skill · Cold Shadow Iceburst Kill"!

CLANG!!!

Six magnificent, razor-sharp ice blades condensed upon the sword. Each was over ten feet long, crystalline and translucent, with a dark blue glint of frost.

They circled the young man for an instant before shooting out simultaneously!

The ice blades pierced through the shell of the frozen carrot cage as though that seemingly indestructible mysterious ice did not exist, passing through without the slightest obstruction.

Six dull slicing sounds came from within the cage.

Then, all fell silent.

Fine cracks began appearing across the surface of the frozen prison.

The cracks became more numerous and denser, like a spiderweb spreading over the entire ice wall.

The next second, it shattered with a thunderous crash!

Ice fragments scattered in every direction, turning into fine ice crystals in the air and refracting brief, brilliant flashes beneath the sunlight.

Before long, the icy mist slowly dispersed.

Jiang Xiaogang's figure appeared before everyone.

He lay sprawled on the ground, drenched in blood.

His brocade robes had been shredded to pieces. Six wounds deep enough to expose bone ran across his bare skin, blood gushing from them and pooling into a horrifying puddle across the ice.

His martial soul had dispersed, his scales had faded, and he lay crawling on the ground like a beaten dog, without even the strength to lift his head.

Three rings against six.

Suppression. Instant kill!

The entire fighting arena fell silent.