Long Yeyue's expression turned cold.
"So that's how it is. It seems you do have some ability, but I still have to say this—you're far too arrogant!"
For truly powerful soul masters, soul spirits could only be described as icing on the cake. Their combat power was often less than a tenth of the soul master's own.
Thus, while she could acknowledge Huo Yutong's personal strength, someone as proud as her could never admit that Huo Yutong could defeat her using soul spirits alone.
As she spoke, the figures of a black dragon and a white dragon emerged behind her. She charged at Huo Yutong and swiftly struck out with her palm.
Tang Wulin and Huo Yutong both froze slightly when they saw the two figures behind her.
They were far too familiar with those two Martial Souls. Weren't they Mu En's Radiant Sacred Dragon and Long Xiaoyao's Dark Saint Dragon?
Could it be that Long Yeyue possessed both of these top-tier Martial Souls? No wonder she was so arrogant.
But defeating her would still be impossible.
A snow-white figure drifted forward and blocked her path. She too struck out with a palm, meeting Long Yeyue's attack head-on.
In an instant, Long Yeyue's body stopped. Then, under the shocked gazes of the other three Limit Douluo, this formidable Limit Douluo turned into an ice sculpture.
Great Cold Without Snow, all life withered. Having regained all her strength, the Snow Empress used the Emperor Palm. Even Di Tian would not dare receive it head-on, so how could Long Yeyue possibly withstand it?
The Emperor Palm's greatest weakness had always been its hit rate. Due to its attack range and distance, it was difficult to land on an opponent in battles between those of the same level. Thus, in the Snow Empress's