God-level Might, Life and Death in a Thought (Thanks to Xingzun

The instant the Icefire Dragon Souls manifested, an indescribably terrifying pressure, like a tangible tsunami, swept across the entire Icefire Yin Yang Well valley. It was not merely the oppression of soul power, but a trembling born of an absolute gap in the level of life itself, in the very origin of their souls.

The seven experts, who had been bristling with hostility only moments ago, became like a lone leaf adrift in stormy seas beneath this vast divine might. Even breathing became incomparably difficult. The radiance of their soul power was forcibly suppressed back into their bodies, and the auras that had clashed so fiercely before vanished like melting ice and snow.

Zhongli Wu, who bore the brunt of it, turned deathly pale, cold sweat instantly soaking through his back.

His pupils contracted violently as he stared fixedly at the two enormous dragon phantoms circling in the sky, while monstrous waves surged within his heart.

God-level! This is absolutely God-level power! This girl... just who is she?!

Endless regret flooded his heart. He had never imagined that this little girl, who had seemed so easy to manipulate, possessed such a terrifying trump card—she had directly summoned the dragon souls sleeping within the spring!

The auras of these two dragon souls far surpassed the limits of their comprehension. They had undoubtedly reached the God-level realm; crushing them would be easier than crushing ants.

In fact, even after Lei Chen had arranged for Mu En and the continent's other top experts to temper their bodies here, he had still allowed Wang Qiu'er to come with complete confidence. Naturally, he had long made thorough preparations.

The Icefire Yin Yang Well had formed from the fall of the Ice Dragon King and Fire Dragon King. Deep within its core lay not only pure dragon power, but also the unyielding dragon souls of the two Dragon Kings.

Before their deaths, the Icefire Dragon Kings had both been powerful First-level Gods. Though they had now become dragon souls and retained less than one percent of their former strength, they still possessed at least God-level power. Dealing with these so-called experts, who had not even touched the threshold of the God-level realm, was more than enough to ensure Wang Qiu'er's absolute safety here.

Just as the seven were so intimidated by the dragon souls' pressure that they dared not move an inch, the frost dragon and flame dragon souls did not attack them. Their enormous dragon eyes slowly turned, ultimately settling upon the golden-haired, red-eyed girl below.

The next moment, a sight that left everyone dumbfounded unfolded.

The two dragon souls, radiating boundless majesty and destruction, slowly lowered their proud heads. Their enormous phantoms affectionately circled Wang Qiu'er, while icy blue and crimson halos intertwined, making the girl appear like a dragon emperor descended upon the mortal world.

The Ice Dragon King's soul even cautiously extended a dragon whisker condensed from frigid air and lightly touched Wang Qiu'er's arm. The flame dragon soul let out a low whimper tinged with a trace of childlike devotion.

Th-this... how is this possible?!

An incredulous gleam burst from Mu En's clouded eyes. Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao exchanged a glance, both seeing profound horror in the other's eyes. Du Bushi's mouth hung open, Xuan Zi wore a stunned expression, and Kong Deming nearly dropped his jaw.

They simply could not understand why these two dragon souls, clearly already at the God-level, would show such intimacy and... submission toward a girl whose soul power fluctuations were not particularly strong.

Just who was this girl? Could she be the reincarnation of the Dragon God?!

All kinds of speculations exploded like thunder in the hearts of the seven, yet none dared to speak and ask.

Wang Qiu'er, affectionately surrounded by the two dragon souls, seemed to have expected this all along. She gently patted the Ice Dragon King's phantom whisker, then raised her pure yet chilly ruby eyes. Her gaze pierced through the protection of the dragon souls and fell precisely upon Zhongli Wu's ashen face.

Locked onto by Wang Qiu'er's indifferent gaze, Zhongli Wu felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head. Even his soul trembled.

He did not doubt for a moment that, with a single thought from this girl, the two God-level dragon souls could instantly tear him to pieces and destroy both his body and soul!

Just as Zhongli Wu was nearly consumed by fear, Wang Qiu'er's cool voice rang out, breaking the deathly silence. "You said just now that the Lord of the Plane brought you here to cultivate?"

This calm question sounded like heavenly music to Zhongli Wu. It was as though he had seized a lifeline, and he nodded frantically. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Respected... young lady, it was indeed the Lord of the Plane who gathered us here and permitted us to use this place's miraculous effects to temper our bodies!"

"Just now... just now, I failed to recognize greatness and offended you, young lady. Lard clouded my brain; I did not know the immensity of heaven and earth. I beg you, young lady, in your magnanimity, to forgive me this once!"

He spoke extremely quickly and lowered himself completely. None of his previous sinister arrogance remained; there was only the relief of surviving a calamity and a humble plea for mercy.

Wang Qiu'er watched Zhongli Wu, who had gone from arrogance to servility and was endlessly begging for forgiveness. Her delicate brows drew together slightly, and undisguised disgust flashed through her eyes.

Pure by nature, she hated most those who bullied the weak and feared the strong, whose hearts were dark and twisted. Had it been up to her temperament, she would have directly had the Icefire Dragon Souls slap this offender into ash to vent her anger.

However, since Lei Chen had arranged for these people to cultivate here, he surely had deeper intentions and plans. Though she was straightforward by nature, she understood restraint and did not wish to ruin Lei Chen's plans because of a momentary impulse.

With that thought, Wang Qiu'er suppressed her displeasure, gave Zhongli Wu a cold glance, and ignored him no longer.

She withdrew her gaze and turned toward the two dragon souls affectionately circling beside her. With a gentle wave of her hand, the Icefire Dragon Souls seemed to understand her meaning. They released low dragon roars, and their enormous phantoms slowly sank into the spring. The suffocatingly terrifying pressure receded like the tide.

The valley returned to peace, but the shock left in the hearts of the seven experts could not be calmed for a long time.

After this incident, no one dared show Wang Qiu'er even the slightest disdain or neglect. Wang Qiu'er ignored their complicated gazes, walked straight to the spring's edge, took out the two clumps of immortal herb essence, and prepared to begin her cultivation.

Watching Wang Qiu'er completely ignore him and begin refining the immortal herb essence with the energy of the Icefire Yin Yang Well as though no one else existed, Zhongli Wu's tightly strung nerves finally relaxed completely. A wave of weakness from having survived disaster instantly spread through his body. His robe, already drenched by cold sweat, clung to his skin with an icy, sticky sensation.

Yet amid his relief, a twisted, uncontrollable jealousy gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deeply into his palms and bringing a sharp pain, but it was far less than the humiliation and resentment in his heart.

He, Zhongli Wu, the dignified leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, had been a figure who commanded the winds and clouds across the continent. Yet today, before a seemingly immature girl, his life and death had rested entirely upon a single thought of hers. He had not even been worthy of making her act; merely being ignored by her had already been the best possible outcome!

The feeling of having his life casually controlled by another, of being as weak as an ant, was like the sharpest awl, viciously piercing the pride and ambition upon which he had long depended.

"God-level..." Zhongli Wu roared soundlessly in his heart, near-mad fire burning in the depths of his eyes. "Only by entering the God-level realm can I seize my fate in my own hands! Today's humiliation will one day be washed away with God-level power!"