Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1717 Title Battle! Ice Moon Concerto

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The clash between the three Title Douluos unfolded in utter silence, a stillness concealing a deadly danger capable of annihilating all things.
Han Yiyu stood still, the ice crystal snow lotus with a flowing, cold blue aura beneath her feet slowly swirling.

"Eighth Soul Skill: Frosty Jade Heaven Seal!"

As her cold, icy command rang out, a terrifying chill that could freeze the soul erupted from the center of the snow lotus. The air instantly solidified into a semi-transparent crystal barrier, the soul power became stagnant as if trapped in a quagmire, and the falling snowflakes froze into suspended icicles.

The space exhibited visible stagnant ripples, and the churning black mist of Wanhanyou was forcibly frozen at the edges by this ultra-low temperature, its surface covered with a spiderweb-like pale frost, causing its movements to instantly stiffen and become sluggish.

Countless fine, needle-like, and deadly-sharp ice crystals, under Han Yiyu's precise control, transformed into a storm of rapidly spinning miniature drill bits, humming like ten thousand rays of deathly cold light, cutting through the black mist at high speed.

Wherever it passed, the black mist made a cracking sound, froze and peeled off, and the activity of soul power was completely "frozen," leaving the frozen earth lifeless.

At the core of the icy black mist, two pale green ghost flames suddenly contracted: "Soul Bone Skill - Netherworld Ghost Claw!"

Two ten-foot-long bone claws, formed from pure ghostly energy and resentment and burning with eerie phosphorescent flames, suddenly tore through the mist and emerged.

The claws, wreathed in black cracks that tore through space and accompanied by a soul-piercing howl, moved with ghostly speed, aiming straight for the ice lotus emanating a terrifying chill at Han Yiyu's feet!

"Eighth Soul Skill: Lunar Phase Shift!"

Xuan Qingya sang softly, her jade fingers forming a hand seal.

The Maha Moon instantly transformed into a blazing full moon.

A torrent of moonlight, as powerful and pure as molten silver, poured down with an ancient, purifying aura that washes away all the filth of the world.

When the icy, dark mist came into contact with the moonlight, it boiled violently, evaporated, and vanished.

The two ferocious, ghostly claws that had been grabbing at the moonlight had just entered the torrent of moonlight when the phosphorescent flames burning on them emitted a shrill howl. The pale green bone fingers sizzled and smoked, disintegrating inch by inch, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a few wisps of unwilling phosphorescent smoke and dissipated!

The moon phase shifted rapidly to a crescent moon!

The supple silver light no longer shone directly, but instead rippled outwards like water, transforming into countless twisting and rotating spatial vortices.

A powerful spatial suction force began to pull and tear at the black mist torrent surrounding Wan Hanyou's body, causing it to be swept into an invisible, enormous vortex, flowing towards utter chaos.

"Secret Technique: Vengeful Spirit Substitute!"

Wan Hanyou roared, and a highly concentrated mass of pitch-black soul power, containing part of his origin and a massive amount of resentment, suddenly separated and exploded from the mist.

In an instant, a ghostly clone, almost identical in aura to the original, expanded and took shape, actively lunging towards the core of the spatial vortex.

The black mist itself then took the opportunity to contract and solidify violently, transforming into a sharp, ink-black arrow, attempting to forcefully break through the weak point of the pull force attracted by the Stand.

The moon phase suddenly transformed into a slender crescent moon with sharp, knife-like edges!
The silver light instantly receded, leaving only a deep, cold shadow outline. However, a silent, chilling aura spread out, and countless invisible moonlight blades, faster than the perception of sight, were generated under the shadow of the new moon, forming an absolutely silent cutting force field.

"Puff-puff-!"

The newly formed vengeful spirit substitute didn't even have time to struggle before being instantly torn apart, sliced, and strangled into the purest particles of yin energy amidst a series of barely audible yet chilling muffled sounds!
Wan Hanyou's body was struck as if by a heavy hammer. The black arrow trembled violently and exploded into a large patch of black mist. Even the ghost fire at its core dimmed for a moment!
Within this dual killing domain that freezes souls and annihilates evil spirits, the Ghostly Demon Martial Soul suffers an unprecedented natural suppression!
"Roar—!" The ghastly green ghost fire in Wan Hanyou's eyes burst into flames like torches (a silent mental roar that shook his soul)!
The eighth spirit ring shone with a blinding black light: "Eighth Spirit Skill: Hundred Ghosts Devour Souls!"

The thick, inky black mist suddenly collapsed inward, then exploded with a deafening roar, spewing out thousands of ghastly green ghostly figures, their faces contorted to the extreme, with shrill screams.

They dragged viscous, lingering shadows of soul power, silently tearing through the frozen space, carrying a vicious will that eroded bones and devoured souls, and frantically pounced on Han Yiyu at the core of the Ice Domain and Xuan Qingya under the moonlight!
However, this ferocious torrent of a hundred ghosts rushed into the core of the "Frosty Jade Heavenly Seal" force field—

As if it had crashed into an extremely cold swamp of absolute zero, the ghostly figure's speed visibly plummeted, its movements became stiff and slow as if in frozen slow motion, and the ferocious aura and soul-devouring power surging around it were frozen, solidified, and greatly weakened by the terrifying low temperature, leaving it with less than one-tenth of its former power.

A glint of ice flashed in Han Yiyu's cold eyes: "Soul Bone Skill - Ice Soul Divine Light!"

A glint of light flashed in her eyes, and a deep blue beam of light, condensed to its extreme, as thin as a hair yet containing a chilling power that could pierce through all things, suddenly shot out from the center of the snow lotus, silently sweeping across the front!
Where the beam of light passed, it left a brief, icy blue trail in space. The frozen and weakened ghostly figures crackled and popped continuously, exploding into countless shimmering ice crystals.

Finally, the remaining sparse ghostly shadows crashed heavily into the several-foot-thick, crystal-clear ultra-low temperature ice barrier surrounding the snow lotus, producing dense and teeth-grinding "sizzle... crackle..." explosions, consuming each other's energy.

Even if a few ghostly figures managed to shatter the outer layer of ice shards, they were powerless to penetrate the layers of lotus petal shields. They were immediately and completely covered by the full moon's purifying silver light that Xuan Qingya had timely activated. In the soft yet deadly light, they silently evaporated and vaporized, finally turning into a few wisps of foul-smelling black smoke, and were completely annihilated.

To the left of the front courtyard, a grim execution ground now dominated by ice and snow and judged by moonlight has been formed.

Han Yiyu stepped on an ice lotus, the petals swirling gently, the power of extreme cold flowing endlessly, freezing and disintegrating the form of the black mist.

Xuan Qingya's body was reflected in the moon. As the moon phases shifted, the power of purification and cutting continued to rotate, decomposing and annihilating the source of her soul power.

This invisible giant net, woven from absolute zero and unpredictable moonlight, tightly binds the roaring, churning, and trapped beast-like black mist in the center within this lifeless, icy, moonlit cage.

Despite struggling and biting (ghostly claws), shedding its skin (a substitute soul), and swarming out (a hundred ghosts devouring souls), it was all in vain. It could only watch helplessly as its strength was gradually worn away by this merciless double torture platform woven from ice and moonlight.

Han Yiyu and Xuan Qingya are so powerful because their ice and moon attributes have both reached the second tier. As powerful figures in their respective factions, their artistic conception is even more extraordinary.

The main reason is that they are highly compatible in all aspects. Their cultivation techniques, martial spirits, soul skills, offense and defense, and even temperament complement each other.

Well, the Moon Palace also has many martial spirits that excel in yin and cold power.

The Moon Palace and the Ice Palace are both righteous forces that have existed for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. They are mostly led by women, and they have an excellent relationship with each other, acting as allies who help and support one another.

Therefore, the two women cooperated a lot in the battles of the past, and more importantly, they had a wealth of experience in dealing with the Crimson Cult.

The situation is now firmly in the hands of the two goddesses.

(End of this chapter)