"Get lost before I lose my temper!"
Hearing those words, Ning Rongrong visibly froze.
Immediately afterward, an unprecedented fury shot straight to the crown of her head.
"A mortal? Trash?"
Trembling with rage, Ning Rongrong pointed straight at the boy's nose and began hurling abuse.
"You actually dare call me trash!"
"I'm the sole heir to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
"My father is Ning Fengzhi, and my sect has two Super Douluos guarding it!"
"You're a country bumpkin who doesn't even have a Martial Soul, yet you dare disrespect me? Believe me, I'll have you skinned and your tendons ripped out!"
Ning Rongrong's words were vicious to the extreme.
Pampered since childhood, she would fly into a towering rage over the slightest displeasure. When had she ever suffered such treatment?
Yet the boy from the Ice Spirit Clan did not fall to his knees and beg for mercy in terror as she had imagined.
Instead, his gaze instantly grew colder, and a trace of undisguised killing intent flashed in his eyes.
"A noisy ant."
The Ice Spirit Clan boy could not be bothered to waste any more words on this madwoman without any spiritual energy.
In the Great Thousand World, the strong reigned supreme.
A mortal ant who dared point at a cultivator's nose and curse him had only one possible fate!
The boy gave a cold snort.
Without even using any so-called Martial Soul or Soul Skill, he merely tapped his right foot lightly against the snow.
Boom!
In an instant, terrifying spiritual energy belonging to the Great Thousand World's Divine Soul Realm erupted from his body and bore straight down on Ning Rongrong!
Thud!
And so, before the utterly horrified eyes of everyone across the continent, the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, who had been so arrogant and overbearing just moments earlier-
Faced with the full, unrestrained pressure of this spiritual energy, she failed to last even half a second before dropping to her knees on the spot.
The tremendous force even smashed several cracks into the solid ice beneath her knees.
Ning Rongrong desperately tried to stand, but the spiritual pressure weighing on her back left her unable to move so much as a finger!
She could only lie pressed to the ground like a dog at the feet of that boy from the Great Thousand World, her mouth full of ice and snow.
Under such humiliation, Ning Rongrong could not hold back her tears.
Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"Rongrong!!!"
As Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong watched the images on the sky screen, their eyes nearly split with fury.
Seated at the head, Ning Fengzhi's expression had grown utterly grave, and he could no longer maintain his composure.
"This is going too far!"
Off to the side, sword intent surged wildly around Sword Douluo Chen Xin. His eyes were bloodshot, and he wished he could charge in and kill right that instant.
That precious darling they cradled in their hands, that pearl in their palms whom they could not bear to scold even once in a raised voice.
Now some boy who happened to pass by in the Great Thousand World had actually forced her to her knees in the snow with his aura, making her eat ice?
What an outrageous humiliation!
But what drove them to even greater despair was that they could only watch it all happen, utterly powerless to do anything!
On the training grounds of Shrek Academy.
Flender, Dai Mubai, Tang San, and the others also sucked in cold breaths, their scalps tingling.
"How overbearing..."
Dai Mubai could not help clenching his fists, hostility written across his face.
"That Ice Spirit Clan boy looks fifteen or sixteen at most."
"He didn't even summon his Martial Soul. Just the aura he released instantly subdued Rongrong..."
Beside him, Tang San's face was equally ashen.
He had just thought it over. Perhaps only he could resolve a situation like this.
As for Rongrong, a support-type Soul Master, it was still a little too much to ask.
The Great Thousand World, the Ice Spirit Clan.
The Ice Spirit Clan boy looked down at Ning Rongrong beneath his feet and spoke with some disgust:
"Since this is your first offense, get lost."
"If you dare bark on my Ice Spirit Clan's territory again, I'll strip you naked and hang you on an iceberg as an ice sculpture."
After leaving those final words, the boy withdrew his pressure, turned, and vanished ahead like a gust of wind and snow.
Freed from the oppressive pressure, Ning Rongrong collapsed limply into the snow.
She gulped down great breaths, her whole body long since soaked with cold sweat and snow.
Yet just as she raised her head, lost and bewildered.
At the far end of the wind and snow, the wind swept aside the veil over an enormous sacred mountain of ice and snow, revealing one corner of its boundless immensity.
The sacred mountain pierced the Nine Heavens, with faint phantoms of ice dragons circling in the sky.
Its terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations even seemed to freeze the surrounding space.
At the sacred mountain's summit, an ice-jade stele a hundred thousand feet tall was faintly visible, four great characters carved upon it in strokes like flying dragons and dancing phoenixes.
Ice Spirit God Clan!
On the endless snowfields beyond the outskirts of the Ice Spirit Clan in the Great Thousand World.
"Cold... so cold..."
Ning Rongrong's petite figure struggled through knee-deep snow.
Her once exquisite, luxurious dress, custom-made by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, had long since been torn to tatters by the ice and snow.
Her exposed fair skin had turned blue and purple from the cold, covered in fine streaks of blood.
Ever since that Ice Spirit Clan boy had forced her to her knees with his pressure, Ning Rongrong's psychological defenses had completely collapsed.
She was afraid.
She was truly afraid!
This terrifying world, which paid no heed to reason and treated human lives like grass, made her want nothing more than to flee for her life.
She ran aimlessly through the wind and snow, wanting to escape this frozen region and find a way back to the Douluo Continent.
But she had already spent several full hours trudging through these snowfields, her feet sinking to uneven depths.
As far as she could see, there was nothing but a vast expanse of white ice and snow, with no end in sight!
In this boundless Upper Plane, even a single outlying territory of the Ice Spirit Clan was dozens of times larger than the entire Douluo Continent!
Thud!
At last, Ning Rongrong exhausted her strength and plunged headfirst into the freezing snow.
She panted heavily, her white breaths instantly freezing into icy particles.
"Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone..."
"Rongrong wants to go home..."
Helplessness welled up in her heart, and Ning Rongrong could not help lying in the snow and bawling.
Yet just as she was crying her heart out.
"Rustle, rustle..."
A hair-raising, strange sound suddenly came from the wind and snow ahead, startling Ning Rongrong into a full-body shudder. She hurriedly looked up.
Through the snow filling the sky, she saw a strange beast, only about the size of a village dog and covered in a thick layer of ice crystals, staring at her.
Saliva dripped from the corners of the beast's mouth, and Ning Rongrong's figure was reflected in its vertical pupils.
This was a creature at the very bottom of the Great Thousand World's frigid regions, the lowest of the low.
The Ice Crystal Horned Beast!
At the sight of this little monster, Ning Rongrong recoiled repeatedly in fright, her small face as pale as paper.
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