The Arrival of the Snow Emperor and the Death of Dai Yueheng
Yuhao steadied his body, glanced at the audience who were only a few meters away, smacked his lips lightly, and said calmly:
"It seems that relying solely on the Ice Emperor Dragon Ao and my physical body is not enough to deal with the two of you."
"Haha, arrogant!"
Ma Xiaotao sneered coldly and was just about to charge forward again, intending to completely suppress Yuhao in one decisive move.
However, at that very instant, Ma Xiaotao suddenly felt an extremely dangerous aura locking onto her. Her pupils shrank violently, and she almost subconsciously withdrew the step she had just taken.
And just as her foot retreated, an ice pick suddenly pierced through the spot where she had been standing a moment ago.
If she had been even half a step slower, that ice pick would have pierced straight through her body.
Ma Xiaotao quickly looked up, only to discover that beside Yuhao, a beautiful and unfamiliar figure had appeared out of thin air.
That figure possessed snow-white silver hair that flowed down her back like cascading frost. Her appearance was peerless, as if she did not belong to the mortal world at all. A noble, cold, and domineering temperament radiated from her body, causing everyone present to instinctively avert their gaze.
Even Dai Yueheng could not help but freeze in place, his expression filled with disbelief and shock.
...
"That's her—the Snow Emperor!"
Yan Shaozhe, seated among the audience, instantly recognized the identity of the figure.
Yan Shaozhe had personally been present when the Snow Emperor self-detonated in the past, so he would never forget that unparalleled appearance.
Compared to back then, the aura the Snow Emperor was releasing now was far weaker.
Yet despite that, the origin of that aura was exactly the same.
Yan Shaozhe's face turned pale as he subconsciously shook his head.
"How is this possible? How could he possibly summon the Snow Emperor?"
As he spoke, Yan Shaozhe's gaze fell directly upon the orange-gold soul ring slowly rotating beneath Yuhao's feet.
When he had first seen that soul ring, he had not believed it was real. He had assumed it was merely a simulated soul skill meant to intimidate others.
However, after Yuhao later displayed domain-type soul skills, Yan Shaozhe was forced to admit that Yuhao truly possessed a soul ring beyond conventional limits.
Even so, he still knew nothing about the true nature of Yuhao's two orange-gold soul rings.
After all, Yuhao had never once directly used the power contained within them.
Until now.
Until he had summoned the Snow Emperor.
"Could it be related to those two orange-gold soul rings? But if he truly absorbed the Snow Emperor as a soul ring, shouldn't it be red? Why are there two orange-gold soul rings instead?"
Yan Shaozhe stared intently at Yuhao on the competition stage, his eyes burning with curiosity and disbelief.
"There must be some secret hidden within these orange-gold soul rings that I don't understand. Perhaps this is precisely the reason he can summon the Snow Emperor to fight for him."
It had to be said that Yan Shaozhe was worthy of being the Dean of the Martial Soul Department of Shrek Academy. Through pure deduction alone, he had already guessed the connection between the Snow Emperor and the orange-gold soul ring.
He was even faintly aware that the orange-gold soul ring represented a level of existence far beyond ordinary ten-thousand-year or hundred-thousand-year soul rings.
However, people like Yan Shaozhe who could truly discern the Snow Emperor's identity and origin were extremely rare.
Most spectators merely believed that Yuhao had activated a powerful summoning-type soul skill.
After all, the "Perfect Mirror" soul skill he had previously used bore similarities to summoning abilities.
Thus, no one felt particularly surprised.
At least—not yet.
Until the Snow Emperor revealed her true strength.
...
On the competition stage, both Ma Xiaotao and Dai Yueheng could clearly feel the terrifying coercion released by the Snow Emperor.
Although the Snow Emperor was restricted by Yuhao's body and could currently only exert strength comparable to that of a seven-ring Soul Saint, her true identity could not be denied.
She was a genuine ferocious beast.
And more importantly, she was the third ruler of the Extreme North—the Northern King.
Not to mention Ma Xiaotao and Dai Yueheng, even Tiansha Douluo felt his scalp go numb when the Snow Emperor casually glanced in his direction, every hair on his body standing on end.
In the next instant, the Snow Emperor raised her slender hand, and an ice crystal sword instantly condensed within her grasp.
The moment the ice sword took shape, a terrifying force surged into the heavens. The white clouds in the sky were forcibly torn apart, transforming into rolling cloud waves that swept outward in all directions.
Emperor Sword · Ice Extreme Unmatched.
"Cut."
The Snow Emperor spoke softly and slashed downward toward Ma Xiaotao.
With that single slash, the world seemed to change color. Boundless sword intent merged with endless ice and snow, instantly filling Ma Xiaotao's field of vision with blinding white.
At that moment, Ma Xiaotao completely gave up resisting.
Because she understood that before such a sword, all of her soul skills and techniques were meaningless.
The only thing she could do was wait for death.
Just as the Emperor Sword was about to descend upon Ma Xiaotao's head, completely crushing her fighting spirit—
"Stop!"
A thunderous shout rang out.
A burly figure instantly appeared in front of Ma Xiaotao.
It was Tiansha Douluo.
Behind him, a star-shaped shadow emerged—his martial soul, the Tiansha Lone Star.
At the same time, the nine soul rings beneath his feet lit up one after another.
Facing the Snow Emperor's Emperor Sword, even a Titled Douluo had no choice but to fully activate his martial soul to resist it.
Boom!
The Emperor Sword fell, and an overwhelming wave of icy cold swept across the entire competition stage.
While forcibly blocking the sword intent, Tiansha Douluo's body trembled violently as he hastily circulated his soul power to expel the terrifying cold invading his body.
Even a Titled Douluo found it difficult to endure such power, let alone Ma Xiaotao, who was only a Soul Emperor.
Although she had not taken the Emperor Sword head-on, the residual force alone caused her to spit out a mouthful of blood, and the extreme cold instantly froze her entire body.
If Yuhao were to use the Ice Explosion Technique at this moment, Ma Xiaotao would either be critically injured or die on the spot.
"Is this truly the Snow Emperor?"
Looking into the Snow Emperor's cold, emotionless eyes, Tiansha Douluo felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart.
If this were truly her real form, then how exactly had Yuhao managed to summon her?
As this thought surfaced, Tiansha Douluo turned his head to look toward Yuhao's previous position.
But Yuhao was no longer there.
"Hmm?"
Just as Tiansha Douluo felt confused, a loud shout suddenly erupted from the spectator stands.
"Stop!"
A burly figure leapt out from the audience seats and rushed straight toward the competition stage.
According to the rules, no one was allowed to interfere in the match.
But that rule depended on who was making the move.
The person who had taken action was none other than the White Tiger Duke of the Star Luo Empire—Dai Hao.
There was only one reason he disregarded everything.
Yuhao had already appeared behind Dai Yueheng.
At the same time, he slowly raised his palm and gently pressed it forward.
This palm strike appeared ordinary, yet it contained terrifying, destructive power.
Emperor's Palm · Great Cold, No Snow.
There was no existence immune to the damage of this palm. Its only limitation was that the opponent must be struck directly by the palm.
At this moment, Dai Yueheng was completely immobilized by the residual power of the Snow Emperor's Emperor Sword and could only watch helplessly as Yuhao's palm descended upon him.
As a Titled Douluo, Dai Hao was naturally aware of the terrifying nature of this palm strike.
If it landed, Dai Yueheng would have no chance of survival.
That was precisely why Dai Hao ignored everything else and rushed forward without hesitation.
Originally, Tiansha Douluo, as the referee, should have been the one to save Dai Yueheng.
But Yuhao had clearly planned everything in advance.
By forcing Tiansha Douluo to rescue Ma Xiaotao using the Snow Emperor's Emperor Sword, he ensured that there would be no one left to stop him.
This was Yuhao's true objective.
However, no matter how fast Dai Hao was, there was still a distance between the spectator seats and the competition stage.
By the time he landed—
Yuhao's palm had already touched Dai Yueheng's body.
There was no explosion.
No deafening sound.
Only an eerie silence.
Starting from the point of contact, Dai Yueheng's body froze inch by inch, rapidly spreading until his entire body was encased in absolute ice.
Unlike Ling Luochen before, this time there was no chance of survival.
Dai Yueheng's life was completely extinguished.
A once-renowned genius of the Star Luo Empire thus fell, vanishing from the world forever.
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