The Great Ruler: The Ice Emperor Descends, Freezing the World!

Chapter 107 The Holy Spirit Pavilion Challenges! The Great Geniuses!

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Just as Liu Ying was about to unleash her attack, the air inside the Holy Spirit Pavilion suddenly became heavy.

An indescribable sense of oppression enveloped the entire venue without warning.

The crowd, who had been whispering amongst themselves, suddenly changed their expressions and looked at the entrance of the pavilion with fear in their eyes.

There, the light seemed to be swallowed up.

A figure dressed in a black robe slowly walked in.

He didn't intentionally release his spiritual power, but every step he took made it difficult to breathe.

He was a handsome young man with a somewhat eerie appearance.

His hands were behind his back, and his dark eyes seemed to contain an endless abyss, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Behind him were several powerful figures from the Dragon Demon Palace, but at this moment, everyone's eyes were only on him.

Dragon Demon Palace, Demon Xingtian!

Number one on the bounty list, the true overlord of the younger generation in the Northern Cang Continent!

With his arrival, the once bustling Holy Spirit Pavilion instantly became deathly silent.

Even Liu Ying, who had just looked sinister, now restrained her aura, a deep sense of fear flashing in her eyes.

Mo Xingtian walked into the hall, his gaze not lingering on anyone, and walked straight through the crowd.

Finally, he stopped walking.

Those dark eyes slowly rose, passing over everyone else, and landed precisely on Bing Tianxiao.

Eyes facing each other.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

An invisible storm quietly formed where their eyes met.

Bing Tianxiao remained calm, and there was not a trace of fear in his deep blue eyes.

Instead, it ignited a murderous intent within him.

"You're Bing Tianxiao?"

Mo Xingtian finally spoke, his voice calm yet exuding an undeniable domineering aura.

"Killing the Demon Dragon Prince does show some skill. However..."

His eyes were as sharp as a knife.

"You shouldn't have come here."

"Because this will be your burial place."

"A burial ground?"

Upon hearing this, Bing Tianxiao's face revealed a defiant expression.

Those deep blue eyes stared straight at Mo Xingtian, showing no sign of backing down.

"The Demon Dragon Prince said the same thing before he died. It's just a pity that he was the one buried there in the end, not me."

Bing Tianxiao's voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling undertone.

"The outcome is still uncertain. Mo Xingtian, if you think you can scare me away with a few harsh words, you are seriously underestimating the Northern Cang Spiritual Academy."

"Ha, sharp-tongued."

Mo Xingtian's eyes turned cold.

A terrifying spiritual pressure erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption.

The oppressive aura was chilling and domineering, carrying a suffocating sense of pressure as it crushed towards Bing Tianxiao.

The air inside the entire Holy Spirit Pavilion seemed to freeze at that moment.

Many of the weaker fighters turned pale, feeling as if they had been struck in the chest by a giant hammer.

"Want to fight? I'm ready to fight to the bitter end!"

Bing Tianxiao snorted coldly and took a step forward.

boom!

A powerful and incomparably strong, extremely cold spiritual force surged into the sky, and the dark blue light behind him faintly transformed into the phantom of a roaring ice dragon.

Two completely different terrifying auras collided violently in mid-air.

Boom!

A deep, muffled sound exploded within the Holy Spirit Pavilion, and visible ripples of spiritual energy spread wildly, instantly turning the surrounding tables and chairs into dust.

The entire sturdy Holy Spirit Pavilion trembled violently under the impact.

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate.

Luo Li, who had been standing quietly beside Bing Tianxiao, suddenly flashed a cold killing intent in her beautiful eyes.

Clang!

A clear, resonant sword cry suddenly rang out.

The Luoshen Sword slowly emerged half an inch from its sheath, and an indescribable sharp sword aura instantly spread out.

Although the sword energy was not violent, it exuded a deadly sense of danger that sent chills down one's spine.

It was as if once the sword was fully drawn, even Mo Xingtian would be killed with a single strike!

Sensing this deadly threat, Mo Xingtian's previously calm pupils suddenly contracted.

For the first time, his gaze turned serious as he focused on the stunningly beautiful girl.

That's enough.

Just as the situation was about to erupt, a deep and authoritative voice suddenly rang out in the room.

Dean Taicang flashed and appeared in front of Bing Tianxiao. With a gentle wave of his sleeve, he completely dissolved the raging storm of spiritual energy.

Behind Mo Xingtian, space itself distorted. A middle-aged man dressed in black robes, with an unfathomable aura, slowly emerged.

It is none other than the Lord of the Dragon Demon Palace, the Black Dragon Supreme!

"Taicang, it seems you're determined to send this kid to his death this time."

The Black Dragon Supreme stared coldly at Dean Taicang, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Sending them to their deaths? I don't think so."

Dean Taicang smiled faintly, but his eyes were unusually sharp.

"Black Dragon, let's settle the score from back then. You should worry more about whether your last remaining prodigy can make it out of Holy Spirit Mountain alive."

Then he turned and left with Mo Xingtian and the others.

With the departure of the Dragon Demon Palace members, the suffocating oppressive atmosphere within the Holy Spirit Pavilion finally dissipated.

Over the next three days, the atmosphere in Holy Spirit City became increasingly heated.

The arrival of the younger generation from various top powers made this city the focus of the entire Northern Cang Continent.

During this time, Xia Youran acted as a guide with great enthusiasm.

He gave Bing Tianxiao a detailed introduction to the various powerful figures who participated in the Holy Spirit Baptism.

"That fellow in blue robes is west Qinghai, the young master of the Western Palace. He has also reached the level of physical strength and is a formidable opponent."

Xia Youran pointed to a refined-looking young man in the distance and said.

"And that one over there, Dong Yuan from the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce, although he looks all smiles, he's extremely ruthless; he's a wolf in sheep's clothing."

"As for that one, it's Su Buxiu from the Heavenly Cauldron Holy Sect."

"Of course, there's also Liu Ying from the Shadow Merchant Guild, and Zhou Xuan beside him. Both of them have reached the level of physical strength."

At this point, Xia Youran paused, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she looked at Bing Tianxiao and smiled.

"Of course, there's also me, Xia Youran, the eldest daughter of the Jiuxia Chamber of Commerce."

"If you run into trouble in Holy Spirit Mountain, remember to look for me. I might just save your life."

Upon hearing this, Bing Tianxiao couldn't help but smile.

His gaze swept over these so-called top geniuses, each of whom possessed an extraordinary aura.

But he's not as good as me.

"Thanks for reminding me."

Bing Tianxiao nodded, his eyes sparkling with confidence.

"However, when it comes to saving my life, I still prefer to rely on the halberd in my hand."

"As for these opponents..."

He looked up towards the direction of Holy Spirit Mountain, his eyes flashing with arrogance:

"Perfect timing! I also want to see just how capable the younger generation of the Northern Cang Continent really is!"