Yan Wuji vs. Azure Luan Douluo

Yan Wuji stepped down amid frost-white mist and landed.

The sweltering midsummer heat vanished without a trace as heavy snow began to fall.

The wild grass beneath his feet withered, covered in white frost.

From atop the city walls came a shrill phoenix cry that tore through the clouds.

Azure Luan Douluo leaped down, azure Soul Power erupting around him like a storm.

Nine Spirit Rings revolved around him.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

A level ninety-seven agility-attack Peak Douluo, the third worshiper of Spirit Hall.

"I'll make you pay with your lives!"

Azure Luan's eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse.

He had watched Golden Crocodile and Lion die with his own eyes, decades of friendship reduced to nothing.

Now, he wanted only to tear the white-robed man before him to pieces.

Yan Wuji adjusted his sleeve, his tone mild. "Don't rush. I'll send you to see them soon enough. You can keep each other company on the road to the underworld."

Azure Luan did not waste words.

Sixth Soul Skill, Raging Wind Thousand Birds.

Thousands of azure wind blades materialized out of thin air.

Each blade was half a meter long, its edge glinting with a chilling light capable of slicing through anything.

The wind blades poured down.

Immediately after came his third Soul Skill, Wind Spiral Azure Waves.

A blue-green pillar of tornado light rose from the ground, ten meters in diameter, sealing off every avenue of Yan Wuji's retreat.

Yan Wuji stood where he was, utterly motionless.

Third Soul Skill, Profound Ice Seal Domain.

Centered on him, an ice-blue halo suddenly spread outward.

The temperature plunged below freezing.

The earth instantly froze solid.

The high-speed cutting wind blades came to an abrupt halt the moment they touched the halo.

The wind had frozen.