"Your Holiness the Pope is making a mountain out of a molehill."
Ghost Leopard Douluo curled his lip, his tone full of impatience.
"To kill a little kid who hasn't even grown a beard yet, you actually need to involve the two of us? That's making a mountain out of a molehill, using a sledgehammer to crack a nut."
"Why not just send any Contra Douluo?"
Demon Bear Douluo said in a muffled voice, "Don't be careless. His Holiness the Pope said that Dongfang Jing is a bit strange. Moreover, intelligence says that there may be a reclusive Title Douluo expert here."
"An expert?" Ghost Leopard Douluo scoffed. "Our soul power is both level 95, which is stronger than that of ordinary Title Douluos. Isn't this just an ordinary soul master academy? Where would there be any expert here? Perhaps the intelligence is wrong."
As they were talking, a white figure suddenly appeared on the path ahead.
Moonlight poured down.
The woman, dressed in a snow-white dress, with long hair like a waterfall, stood quietly in the middle of the road.
Her stunning beauty seemed otherworldly; just by standing there, the air around her seemed to freeze.
The ghost leopard and the demon bear stopped at the same time.
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the amazement and wariness in each other's eyes.
When did this woman appear?
I couldn't sense even the slightest trace of it!
Who are you?
Ghost Leopard Douluo roared, trying to intimidate people with his aura.
Xue Di didn't speak, and didn't even lift her eyelids.
That kind of disregard is more infuriating than any words.
"court death!"
Ghost Leopard Douluo's eyes flashed with ferocity.
He was a bloodthirsty man by nature. Since this woman was so ungrateful, he would kill her first!
Nine spirit rings suddenly rose from beneath his feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.
The fifth spirit ring flickered.
"Fifth Soul Skill, Shadow Step!"
His speed increased dramatically in an instant, and he transformed into a black streak of light that was invisible to the naked eye, carrying an eerie aura as he lunged straight for the Snow Emperor's throat.
He used 80% of his strength in that strike.
Even a titled Douluo of the same level could suffer a great loss if they were not careful.
However.
Faced with this deadly attack, Xue Di merely raised her eyelids slightly.
There was no emotion in those sky-blue eyes.
only...
Absolute zero.
"The Realm of Extreme Cold".
Her red lips parted slightly, uttering four words.
In an instant, the world changed color.
The once tranquil forest was instantly transformed into a snow-covered inferno of the far north.
A terrifying cold wave erupted in a ring shape, centered on Xue Di.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
In mid-air, the rapidly rushing black streak of light abruptly came to a halt.
Ghost Leopard Douluo remained in his lunging posture, the ferocious expression on his face still lingering, but his eyes were filled with endless fear.
He discovered that his soul power, along with his blood, bones, and even his thoughts, had been completely frozen by this extremely domineering cold energy.
'How is this possible?! What field is this?!'
'This is power that a Title Douluo should not possess!'
The Demon Bear Douluo standing at the back was terrified.
He watched helplessly as his old partner was transformed into a lifelike ice sculpture in that terrifying white realm.
As for himself, his legs felt as heavy as lead, and he couldn't even muster the thought of running away.
Snow Empress slowly raised her right hand.
Two jade-like fingers, as white as scallions, came together and made a gentle stroke in the air.
Click.
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
The ice sculpture of the ghost leopard in mid-air instantly collapsed.
There was no blood splattering.
There were no screams or wails.
A level 95 Title Douluo was transformed into countless crystalline ice shards, dissipating in the cold wind as if he had never existed.
Ghost Leopard Douluo, dead!
Demon Bear Douluo's legs went weak and he knelt down on the ground.
He looked at the woman in white, his whole body trembling and his teeth chattering.
His good partner, Ghost Leopard, was killed in a single encounter!
Xue Di withdrew her hand, and the domain dissipated.
The surrounding temperature began to rise, but the chill that came from the depths of his soul was forever imprinted in the heart of Demon Bear Douluo.
"Go back."
Xue Di's voice remained cold and clear, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.
"Tell your master."
"If she dares to offend again, I will personally take her head!"
The words fell.
A flash of cold light appeared.
"ah--!"
Demon Bear Douluo let out a shrill scream.
His arms were severed at the root, and the cuts were sealed with solid ice, so not a drop of blood flowed out.
The next second.
The world spun around.
When Demon Bear Douluo opened his eyes again, he found himself lying outside the gate of Purple Star Academy.
Ignoring the pain of his severed arm, he scrambled and crawled to his feet with great difficulty.
His eyes were filled with terror, and he didn't even dare to look back.
He dared not linger for even a moment longer, dragging his broken body, like a stray dog, he fled madly toward Wuhun City.
...
The night wind was biting, swirling up a few withered leaves.
Snow Emperor hovered in mid-air, looking down at her fair and jade-like hands.
She hadn't even used her full strength in that move.
A few days ago, when I sparred with Hyotei in the Hall of a Thousand Mirrors, I always held back a bit of my strength, afraid of hurting Hyotei.
But it was only when she truly faced an enemy that Xue Di realized her current strength.
"Is this the body reshaped by the Mirror Spring of Light?"
Xue Di clenched her fist slightly, and the surrounding space emitted a crisp sound as if it could not bear the weight.
She has complete confidence.
If he were to face the Black Dragon King Di Tian now, he would have a 90% chance of winning!
And the person who brought such good fortune upon themselves...
Thinking of the Eastern Mirror, and after confirming that there were no more spying people around, Xue Di spun around in mid-air and transformed into a streak of light, landing back at the villa.
From the moment Xue Di left until her return, the entire process took no more than ten minutes.
Upon seeing Xue Di return, Dongfang Jing asked in surprise, "Sister Xue'er, is that all? Did you find out who the other party was? And what was their purpose?"
Xue Di said calmly, "I didn't ask. I let one escape."
Dongfang Jing was taken aback.
Before he could say anything more, a cool fragrance wafted over.
Xue Di stepped forward, naturally wrapped her arms around his waist, and gently rested her head against his chest.
"Don't worry, I'm here. No matter who comes, I'll protect you."
Dongfang Jing was thinking that since the other party dared to come so openly, it meant that the force behind them must be extraordinary.
He guessed that the most likely culprit was the Spirit Hall.
However, the moment Xue Di embraced him, the sense of security that his older sister gave him dispelled all his worries.
Since Sister Xue'er said it's nothing, then it really is nothing.
"Thank you, Sister Xue'er." Dongfang Jing raised his hand and gently patted her back twice.
Xue Di snuggled against him, but didn't let go immediately.
"Indeed, I'm exhausted from fighting them just now."
She raised her head, her eyes fixed on Dongfang Jing.
"It's a promise, you'll come to my room tonight."
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