Breakthrough to Soul King

Shui Qingrou did not dodge. She charged straight into the freezing flames, and the phantom of an Ice Phoenix behind her suddenly solidified, radiating an even purer chill than the Frostwing Flood Dragon. Of her nine Soul Rings, the seventh black Soul Ring abruptly lit up.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Ice Phoenix True Form!"

Shui Qingrou transformed entirely into an Ice Phoenix. An ice-blue phoenix spread its wings amid the wind and snow, charging head-on toward the Frostwing Flood Dragon.

The two massive ice-attributed soul beasts collided fiercely in midair, erupting in a blinding ice-blue radiance. The shockwave swept away all the snow within dozens of yards.

The Frostwing Flood Dragon was sent flying back dozens of yards by the impact, a flash of shock and fury passing through its draconic eyes. It had roamed the Far North for years and had never encountered such a formidable opponent.

Shui Qingrou gave it no chance to catch its breath. The Ice Phoenix's claws shot out, precisely clamping around the Frostwing Flood Dragon's neck and violently pressing it toward the ground.

The flood dragon struggled madly, its wings beating violently as it dragged Shui Qingrou into a roll through the air. Its tail swept across the icy wall, smashing down half the cave entrance as huge chunks of ice crashed down. Shui Qingrou did not loosen her grip in the slightest. Soul power at the Titled Douluo level surged at full force as she suppressed the Frostwing Flood Dragon inch by inch.

"Yekong!"

Bing Yekong had long been waiting for an opening in her assault. The cold light on the Heavenly Frost Sword flared brightly, and all four Soul Rings lit up. The sword intent of Ultimate Ice surged and roiled around him.

He targeted the relatively weaker patch of scales where the flood dragon's left wing joined its torso, pouring all his soul power into the Heavenly Frost Sword.

An ice-blue sword aura dozens of yards long howled forth, carrying sword intent and Ultimate Ice as it precisely slashed into that spot. As the sword aura descended, it let out a shrill scream through the air, followed by the crisp crack of shattering scales.

Deep-blue dragon blood spurted from the wound, rapidly freezing into strings of ice-blue beads in the air and striking the snow with sharp pops.

The Frostwing Flood Dragon let out a pained wail, its enormous body plunging downward. Shui Qingrou released her hold with the momentum and landed atop an ice mound nearby.

The flood dragon crashed into the snow, sending shards of ice flying everywhere. The injury to its right wing threw it off balance. It struggled to take flight again, only to discover that its left wing had completely lost control.

Bing Yekong stepped into the air on stairs condensed from ice crystals, raising the Heavenly Frost Sword high. The ice-blue glow on the blade grew ever brighter, while an arctic chill surged around him. A phantom ice dragon slowly formed behind him, roaring as it merged into the sword.

"Profound Ice Dragon Soar!"

The ice dragon fused with the sword aura and dove down from above, carrying the pressure of a Dragon King and the power of Ultimate Ice as it pierced straight through the Frostwing Flood Dragon's skull. When the Heavenly Frost Sword's tip stabbed into the flood dragon's hard skull, a dull cracking sound rang out, followed by the entire sword plunging into its head.

The Frostwing Flood Dragon's crimson vertical pupils abruptly dilated. Its massive body convulsed violently a few times before finally losing all life, crashing onto the snow and sending ice fragments and snow dust into the sky.

A pitch-black Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring slowly rose from its body. It carried such a dense aura of a true dragon that it seemed nearly tangible, radiating a soul-shaking pressure amid the wind and snow.

Bing Yekong sheathed his sword and landed. Standing before the enormous corpse, he was just about to sit cross-legged and begin absorbing the Soul Ring when he suddenly felt a burning, unusual sensation coming from his back.

On the Frostwing Flood Dragon's back, those deep-blue ice wings quietly detached, transforming into two streams of ice-blue light that plunged into Bing Yekong's back without the slightest hesitation.

Bing Yekong's body jolted. A strange power spread from his back along his spine and into every limb and bone, making every section of his skeleton faintly warm.

He could clearly feel those ice wings fusing with his bones, attaching themselves, growing—as if they had always been part of his body.

External Soul Bone.

Bing Yekong had no time to inspect its specific effects. His immediate priority was absorbing the Soul Ring. He sat cross-legged before the Frostwing Flood Dragon's corpse, guiding the fifty-thousand-year Soul Ring down until it settled around his body.

The instant the soul power surged into him, even though he had been prepared, the terrifyingly vast force still made him grunt.

The power contained within a fifty-thousand-year Soul Ring was simply too immense. That soul power, bearing the traits of true dragon bloodline, rampaged through his meridians, trying to tear apart his channels and destroy his dantian.

But Bing Yekong had long been prepared. The soul power of Ultimate Ice circulated wildly through his body, suppressing that violent force like an unbreakable dam and slowly converting the Soul Ring's essence into nourishment for himself.

At the same time, towering waves rose within the Sea of Spirit.

The Frostwing Flood Dragon's remnant soul condensed into form, far larger than the remnant souls of the Ice Jade Scorpion and Ice Phoenix. Endless resentment and fury burned in its crimson eyes as it roared and lunged at Bing Yekong's spiritual body.

Bing Yekong's spiritual body met it with sword in hand. The Heavenly Frost Sword's sword intent surged through the Sea of Spirit, each slash cutting away a portion of the Frostwing Flood Dragon's remnant soul.

But the flood dragon's remnant soul was simply too tenacious. It was shattered, then reformed; reformed, then shattered again. Bing Yekong sneered and stopped holding back, directly drawing upon the innate pressure of the Ice Dragon King martial soul.

The instant that majestic aura belonging to the king of all beasts spread through the Sea of Spirit, the Frostwing Flood Dragon's remnant soul trembled as though it had encountered its natural predator. Its resentment and fury swiftly faded, replaced by near-instinctive terror.

Bing Yekong stepped forward with his sword and pierced through the core of the remnant soul in a single strike. The flood dragon's remnant soul gave an unwilling howl before finally shattering completely, dissolving into specks of light in the depths of the Sea of Spirit.

An hour later, the soul power fluctuations around Bing Yekong's body suddenly surged.

He easily crossed the threshold of level fifty-one, his soul power continuing to climb like a rising tide. Level fifty-two, level fifty-three, level fifty-four—it charged forward with unstoppable momentum before barely coming to a stop at level fifty-four.

Bing Yekong slowly opened his eyes and let out a deep breath of stale air. He could feel the power within him, more surging than ever before. Ultimate Ice soul power flowed through his meridians, more than twice as refined as it had once been. He rose to his feet, and with a thought, the pair of deep-blue ice wings behind him abruptly spread open.

The ice wings, spanning several yards, gently flapped amid the wind and snow. Each beat stirred up biting winds and shattered ice. The bones of the ice wings connected perfectly with his spine, like a natural extension of his body, and he could control them with incomparable flexibility.

He tried flying. With a light flap of the ice wings, his entire body rose into the air and hovered there. The wind and snow of the Far North howled past his ears, yet he felt neither the slightest cold nor resistance.