Crushing Victory, the Might of the Ice and Snow Sword

Eerie black ripples began spreading around the two of them.

A powerful aura of darkness gathered rapidly.

Even so, Li Qingxun could have stopped them. No matter how fast they were, activating a Martial Soul Fusion Skill took a moment.

He could easily have interrupted them in that moment, but as he watched them embrace, he merely looked on coldly.

He was going to teach them a lesson.

He could tolerate one provocation, but repeated challenges were another matter entirely.

If someone dared to challenge him every time, convinced they were nearly his equal and looking for another chance to fight,

they would only be wasting his time.

He had things of his own to do and no desire to spend his time on this.

So Li Qingxun stood there in silence as their bodies finished fusing.

The enormous Darkness Bone Dragon let out a draconic roar, its body radiating a crushing weight.

Its deep-set triangular eyes fixed on Li Qingxun, making no attempt to hide the murderous intent blazing within them.

Li Qingxun calmly met its gaze and raised a hand.

The Second Soul Ring of his Heavenly Snow Woman Martial Soul slowly lit up.

An immense power of ice and cold gathered in his palm.

As he brought his fingers together, the Ice and Snow Sword slowly took shape, forged entirely from that frigid power.

At the sight of the Ice and Snow Long Sword, the Darkness Bone Dragon threw back its head and roared.

It charged straight at him, openly unleashing an aura comparable to that of a three-ring soul master.

Completing the Martial Soul Fusion Skill had greatly increased their overall strength.

Their destructive power and attack strength had grown by leaps and bounds as well.

Sensing the power emanating from the Darkness Bone Dragon, Li Qingxun raised his hand.

The Ice and Snow Long Sword shot from his grasp, streaking forward like a flash of light.

It was so fast that the Darkness Bone Dragon had barely charged forward before it could only cross its arms over its chest.

The next instant, the sword pierced both its arms and its chest.

Its entire body flew backward and, driven by the sword's momentum, was pinned to the ground.

The sheer destructive force of that strike frightened everyone present.

They knew all too well how strong Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi were when they used their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Ordinary two-ring soul masters were no match for them. Even a typical three-ring soul master could not have defeated them so quickly.

Yet the boy before them had done it with a single sword strike. Beneath that sword's might, anything could be cleaved apart.

The shock it inspired was easy to imagine.

The Darkness Bone Dragon let out shriek after agonized shriek. It tried to break the fusion by force, but simply could not.

The fight and the crowd it had gathered finally drew two figures rushing over.

They moved swiftly, clearing the crowd before looking toward the scene. Both were women.

One had long purple hair and wore a fitted skirt and high heels.

She surveyed the scene coldly, her brows drawing together with a hint of confusion.

The other bore some resemblance to her. She studied the scene, though her expression betrayed little emotion.

At the sight of them, many students from Class Two bowed their heads and called out.

"Everyone, make way! Teacher Ye is here!"

"Teacher Ye, can you save Xiaofeng, Jinxi, and Yangzi?"

"They were nearly killed!" the last girl cried, her voice breaking. Ye Yingluo stepped forward.

The crowd quickly parted. The first thing she saw was an extraordinarily handsome boy.

His black hair was tied back in a ponytail, and he stood there quietly.

Yet no one would have mistaken him for a girl.

His face was far too cold for that.

He was still young, his features not yet fully grown,

but when his imperious eyes turned toward her, even Ye Yingluo felt herself falter.

Then her gaze swept over Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi, pinned to the ground,

and Wei Xiaofeng beside them, clutching his stomach as he coughed blood and moaned. Her expression changed at once.

"Why are they hurt so badly? Call for help, quickly! Notify Director Long and Teacher Wu Changkong of Class Zero." Ye Yingluo turned to her younger sister as she spoke.

Ye Yingrong froze for an instant at her sister's words, then nodded hastily and ran off. Several students nearby crowded closer.

Ye Yingluo fixed her gaze on Li Qingxun. "What class are you in? How could you hurt them so viciously?"

"They're your classmates. You're all in the same year, yet you attacked them with such brutality." Anger edged her voice.

Li Qingxun paid no heed to the coldness in Ye Yingluo's eyes.

He merely glanced at her, then stood quietly where he was, not bothering to say a word.

The boy's disregard made her frown. If he had not looked barely ten years old,

she would probably have attacked him then and there.

Even so, his attitude irritated her.

But irritation aside, Ye Yingluo could only suppress her feelings and wait in silence.

Four Soul Rings slowly appeared around her.

She stood in Li Qingxun's path, barring his departure.

Li Qingxun paid her actions no attention whatsoever.

He did not care about her.

He had not struck first, even if he had hit them rather hard.

Who used Soul Skills in a scuffle they had started, then followed up with a Martial Soul Fusion Skill?

However one looked at it, they had provoked him first.

Besides, they had failed to beat him even three against one. That only proved their incompetence.

What did it have to do with him?

By any measure, he was in the right, so Li Qingxun could not be bothered with any of it.

He simply stood there in silence.

Tang Wulin, whose injuries were somewhat lighter, glanced at Li Qingxun before looking down at his left arm.

His Golden Dragon Claw had vanished. His hand was now a pale red all over.

It felt somewhat frostbitten, though the sensation was not severe.

All he had done was launch a surprise attack from the flank to help, yet this was the result.

The condition of Wei Xiaofeng, Wang Jinxi, and Zhang Yangzi, who had taken direct hits, was easy to imagine.

Even Tang Wulin felt a chill of alarm.

Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi still could not undo their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

No one dared touch the sword, either. None of them knew what might happen if they pulled the ice-crystal blade free.

Nor did they know whether forcibly breaking the Martial Soul Fusion would leave both of them at death's door.