Chapter 135: Bai Yuan Makes a Move

Above the sea, Ning Fengzhi fell straight down toward the sea.

At his current height, falling into the sea or onto the ground makes no difference; moreover, he has no soul power left in his body, so falling means certain death!

Qian Renxue saw his golden wings flutter behind him, stirring up a gale that turned into a golden streak of light as she rushed forward and grabbed Ning Fengzhi's wrist.

"Thank you." Ning Fengzhi said gratefully.

On the other side, Ditiant's scales were shattered all over, one dragon wing missing half, blood-soaked and flying backward like a cannonball.

Ziji hurriedly flew over, trying to stop Ditiant with her own strength, but that was god‑level power; even though she was a true dragon, she was still pushed back and flew away together.

Then they both smashed onto the thick ice on the sea surface.

"Boom!"

The several‑hundred‑meter‑thick ice shattered on impact, and all the frozen ice within a radius of ten thousand meters also broke apart at that moment, turning into huge chunks of ice floating on the sea.

Along with Ziji, Biji also flew out at the same time; after the two plunged into the sea, she dove in without hesitation to heal Ditiant.

At that moment, the Abyss Saint King walked through the sky as if taking a stroll, his expression extremely lax, as if the previous heaven‑shattering, earth‑destroying terrifying battle was merely a warm‑up for him.

But the Snow Emperor's eyes narrowed; the slender, fair‑skinned right hand holding a deep‑blue longsword that seemed condensed from crystal suddenly slashed down.

"Emperor Sword — Ice Extreme Unparalleled!"

"Endless cold air gathers!"

However, this time the cold air of the Snow Dance Extreme Ice Domain had already been exhausted by the Emperor Palm — Great Cold No Snow, and the newly generated cold air from just a moment ago was scant.

Therefore, this sword's power is far inferior to that previous strike, yet the sword intent and cold air it contains remain immensely terrifying, enough to kill a Title Douluo of the utmost caliber.

The Snow Emperor's gaze was indifferent, without a word.

The deep‑blue longsword, seemingly forged from crystal, tore through the air and slashed down; under its sword might, space seemed frozen, and peerless sharp sword qi pointed straight at Tang Chen.

Tang Chen felt only despair in his heart.

Now he no longer has the strength to wield the Asura Sword; facing such overwhelming sword power, he has no chance of survival.

"No!" Not far away, Poseisi, severely wounded by the Ice Blast Technique, flew over in extreme haste, eyes full of panic, hoping to help Tang Chen block this strike.

Yet at that very moment, a slender, fair hand suddenly reached out and firmly grasped the longsword the Snow Emperor was wielding as it fell.

In an instant, the Snow Emperor was like an ordinary person chopping at an iron plate — unable to advance even a fraction; that exceedingly beautiful longsword, seemingly condensed from crystal, was as if clamped by pliers, unable to budge.

"You cannot kill him." The Abyss Saint King, with glossy white hair, fair complexion, and handsome features, gazed at the Snow Emperor, the corners of his mouth turning up to reveal a wicked, charming smile.

"Hmph!" The Snow Emperor snorted coldly; the Emperor Sword — Ice Extreme Unparalleled exploded outright, gathering the cold air within a ten‑thousand‑meter radius and bursting forth, condensing a layer of frost on the Abyss Saint King's body.

It froze him entirely within a block of ice!

However, the Abyss Saint King encased in the ice seemed unaffected, smiling faintly: "You are strong; if we were both god‑level, I would probably not be your match."

The Snow Emperor ignored him, simply thrusting a palm forward at the ice‑bound Abyss Saint King, hoping to catch him off guard and seize him!

"Emperor Palm — Great Cold No Snow!"

The crystal‑clear, fair jade palm struck toward the Abyss Saint King's heart; if this palm landed, combined with the Ice Emperor's Ice Blast Technique, it would at least inflict heavy injury, even short of slaying a god.

But the Abyss Saint King seemed well aware of this palm's power; even though he claimed god‑level strength, he did not choose to meet it head‑on.

Instead, in an instant the ice encircling him shattered; the Abyss Saint King took a step back and, in a flash, appeared several hundred meters away, causing the Snow Emperor's palm to miss.

To the other Title Douluo watching, this scene appeared as the Snow Emperor's palm forcing back a god‑level powerhouse, displaying extreme dominance.

The gathered Title Douluo stared, mouths agape.

Yet the Snow Emperor and Ice Emperor, knowing their own situation, realized that since the Great Cold No Snow palm missed and Ditiant was again severely wounded, they had no hope of victory.

At that moment, under Biji's treatment, the human‑formed Ditiant, supported by the two women, flew out of the sea and coldly regarded the Abyss Saint King.

This defeat was Ditiant's second loss in his life.

The first time he lost to Bai Yuan, and to Ning Fengzhi's amplification — they were unscrupulous; this second time he lost to the god‑level powerhouse before him.

Under these circumstances, Ditiant ought to be calm, after all, this loss was not due to his own personal faults.

But Ditiant only felt stifled.

Because he clearly could have become a god long ago, yet even now, with the Dragon God Claw plus the Seven Treasure Glazed Tower, he cannot cross that threshold.

Ditiant harbors this hatred.

He hates the injustice of heaven and earth.

The Abyss Saint King calmly glanced at Ditiant, utterly indifferent to this strong one who could hold him back, and merely smiled: "Your strength is considerable; why not submit to me?"

"You? You're not worthy of making us submit." The Ice Emperor said coldly, paying no heed to whether the opponent was a god‑level powerhouse.

The Bear King also snorted coldly: "Do you really think being god‑level lets you do as you please on the Douluo Continent? I advise you to scram now, or else you'll regret it later."

The Abyss Saint King, unmoved, chuckled: "No good fruit for me? Bai Yuan, the master of this plane, is dead; could there be any other god‑level powerhouses on this Douluo Continent?"

As his words fell, the Abyss Saint King's expression suddenly turned cold, releasing a mighty god‑level pressure — a force that even an ordinary Title Douluo could not withstand.

In an instant, among the Title Douluo of the Spirit Hall, the few who were most prominent fell to their knees on the shattered ice below under that pressure.

The Snow Emperor, having expended too much, could barely resist that extreme pressure only with the Ice Emperor's support.

Ditiant's situation was similar to the Snow Emperor's.

Far away, Qian Renxue, under that pressure, saw the tiny six‑winged angel seal on her brow burst forth with extremely brilliant light, allowing her to barely withstand the god‑level pressure.

"Oh? A divine inheritor?" The Abyss Saint King chuckled as he sized up Qian Renxue, as if he had discovered some treasure.

This is not because the Abyss Saint King is lustful; rather, the perception of the gods of the divine realm toward the Douluo Continent has been blocked by the Asura God.

The Abyss Saint King could completely seize this opportunity to possess a divine inheritor and thereby obtain a god‑position, though doing so during the final inheritance stage carries a risk of being discovered.

But if the Asura God provides cover, then it is entirely different.

The only thing the Abyss Saint King needs to worry about.

is the Asura God discarding the millstone and killing the donkey.

"Alright, I've played with you long enough; since you refuse to submit, let's all die together!" The Abyss Saint King raised his right hand, and on his large hand bearing seven fingers appeared a great halberd resembling a Fangtian Huaji.

Just then, a sudden series of 'pa‑pa‑pa' sounds rang out.

The Deep Abyss Saint Lord's heart jolted, and he abruptly raised his head.

What met his eyes was a figure clad in a bronze mask.

(End of chapter)