Icefire God Sealing: Tianlin's Overwhelming Second Soul Skill

The next day, Tianlin and Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood facing each other in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Martial Arts Arena.

Of course, they were not about to engage in a Soul Fight. Even though Tianlin had virtually no opponents at the same level, he was still pathetically weak before a level ninety-six Super Douluo like Chen Xin.

Today, Chen Xin's purpose was to test the power of his disciple's second Soul Skill.

A millennium Soul Skill surely won't disappoint me.

This should originally have been done yesterday, but Ning Rongrong had clung tightly to Tianlin. To her, Brother Sword had only just woken up with great difficulty—how could he be allowed to fight? What if something happened again? Unable to withstand the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Little Princess's tears and tantrums, they could only let Tianlin rest for another day.

"Master, are you ready? I'm coming," Tianlin warned.

"You brat, do you think I need to prepare myself just to block an attack from a Soul Grandmaster? Come at me," Chen Xin said calmly.

"Very well. Then please receive this, Master." As Tianlin spoke, a purple ring of light flashed beneath his feet. At the same time, his first Soul Ring unexpectedly echoed with his second. "After fusing the Purple Fire Golden Eyes Beast's Soul Ring, my sword gained the fire attribute. And this move is my second Soul Skill, formed by combining the water and fire attributes—Icefire God Sealing!"

Tianlin gathered all his Soul Power and slashed out two sword energies in succession, one blue and one red.

Wherever the sword energies passed, the ground was either covered in ice crystals or scorched pitch-black. Not only were they sharp, but they were also incredibly fast.

Chen Xin was greatly startled. He knew he had underestimated his disciple again. He could actually sense a trace of threat from those two sword energies, so he hurriedly raised a palm and circulated his Soul Power in defense.

A Soul Power barrier blocked the two sword energies, but before long, cracks slowly began to appear across its surface.

"What? I've already used nearly twenty levels' worth of Soul Power, and I still can't block Xiao Tian's attack?" Chen Xin was utterly shocked.

He was a Titled Douluo. The quality of his Soul Power was far beyond that of an ordinary Soul Grandmaster. As a high-level Soul Master, the twenty levels' worth of Soul Power he released was enough to rival a level-forty Soul Ancestor's.

"If twenty levels aren't enough, then I'll raise it to twenty-five—thirty!" Chen Xin continued increasing his Soul Power output, only completely blocking Tianlin's Icefire God Sealing once he reached thirty levels.

"Haha, Sword Old Man, you've embarrassed yourself this time! You actually had to use Soul Power at the Soul Elder level to deal with a Soul Grandmaster." Bone Douluo loudly mocked his old friend. Opportunities to take a shot at him were few and far between.

Yet Chen Xin seemed not to hear him at all. He merely stared silently at his palm.

"Alright, you've seen Brother Sword's Soul Skill. The rest of his time belongs to Rongrong." Ning Rongrong grabbed Tianlin's arm and said, "Brother Sword, come play with Rongrong. Otherwise, you'll be returning to the academy again before long."

Ning Rongrong cherished every moment she spent with Tianlin, and Tianlin felt no differently. Smiling, he patted her head. "Alright, let's go. Until I return to the academy, I'll stay with you."

After saying that, he cupped his hands toward Ning Fengzhi and the others. "Then, Uncle Ning, Master, Bone Elder, I'll take my leave."

After Tianlin and Ning Rongrong left, Ning Fengzhi was still examining the ice crystals and flames on the ground, as well as the enormous crack cut open by the sword energies.

"Its attack power is terrifying, practically comparable to that of a Soul Ancestor. And it possesses both ice and fire power at once. I've never seen such a powerful Weapon Spirit," Ning Fengzhi sighed.

"Yes, fortunately, he's one of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect." Bone Douluo was also relieved, though he also felt a layer of envy. Why did such an excellent successor have to belong to his old rival, Chen Xin? Then he thought of his own disappointing Gu Ran. The more he thought about it, the more tears he wanted to shed.

The more irritated Gu Rong became, the more he glared at Chen Xin. "Hey, Sword Old Man, how much longer are you going to stare at your palm?"

"Old Bone, let me ask you something. If you used thirty levels' worth of Soul Power, could an ordinary Soul King injure you?" Chen Xin suddenly asked, leaving Gu Rong completely baffled.

"Of course not. I'm a level ninety-five Titled Douluo. How could my thirty levels be the same as an ordinary Soul Elder's? A Soul King might not even be able to hurt me with his fifth Soul Skill." Gu Rong answered as if it were obvious. He was not boasting; it was simply the truth.

"But look." Chen Xin suddenly spread open his palm. Two wounds had been cut across it, and they were still being continuously eroded by the powers of ice and fire.

Only after Chen Xin used his sword energy did he manage to drive out the two attributes.

"You're injured? How is that possible?" Gu Rong said in disbelief. He had clearly seen Chen Xin block Tianlin's attack.

"Not only am I injured, but a small half-level of my Soul Power has also been sealed. I think Tianlin's sword energy inherited the Purple Fire Golden Eyes Beast's soul-sealing ability as well. Icefire God Sealing... Heh, what a fitting name."

Though Chen Xin's hand was wounded, his heart was filled with joy. Tianlin's second Soul Skill was even more outstanding than he had imagined. It could even seal his Soul Power. If it were used against a Soul Master of the same level, they would likely be sealed by seven or eight levels in an instant, perhaps even more.

"Fengzhi, we were all mistaken before. Tianlin's Martial Soul's most exceptional aspect isn't its attack power. Its true strength lies in its sheer dominance. Not just the sword—the bead should be the same," Chen Xin said with emotion.

"Dominance? Right, that's exactly it." With Chen Xin's reminder, Ning Fengzhi, a master of theory, immediately came to understand.

"Xiao Tian's Martial Soul is strongest in its dominance. It is so dominant that it even ignores the rules. When Soul Masters absorb Soul Rings, no support-type Soul Skill can interfere, yet Tianlin's bead completely ignores that rule."

"And this sword ignores differences in level. Every attack it delivers is real damage. In other words, as long as it hits, even if you are a god, I can still hurt you."

"Real damage? There is actually such a Martial Soul? What kind of monster is that?" After hearing Ning Fengzhi's explanation, Gu Rong could not help swallowing nervously. If Tianlin reached level sixty or seventy, then with his greatly increased attack power, might he be able to directly slay a Titled Douluo through real damage? Moreover, many Titled Douluo were extremely arrogant. If they looked down on Tianlin and assumed that a Soul Emperor or Soul Saint could never hurt them, foolishly relying on their own Soul Power to block his attacks as Chen Xin had today, they probably would not even know how they died.

"Heh, Spirit Hall, Clear Sky Sect—within thirty years at the earliest, forty at the latest, you will no longer be able to stand above my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect." Ning Fengzhi looked toward the plaque above his sect's Main Hall and spoke with high spirits.

Having witnessed the power of Tianlin's Martial Soul, he was utterly confident in the sect's future.