Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 112 The Snow Empress's Domineering Aura

What's even more chilling is that these sixteen figures simultaneously unleashed a vast and powerful pressure of soul energy.

Without exception, they all reached the level of Title Douluo.

Several of the auras were obscure and profound, like an abyss, and were only slightly inferior to the Snow Emperor's nearly 700,000 years of cultivation.

The aura of the leader was like that of a ferocious beast, vast and heavy, carrying a sense of oppression that made one's soul tremble, actually rivaling the terrifying power emanating from the Snow Emperor herself.

With a gentle wave of her jade hand, the Snow Empress sent a flash of soft yet icy white light through the air. The 100,000-year-old snow lotus in the center of the icy pool was carefully collected by her and placed into a jade box made of extreme ice for safekeeping.

She couldn't let the battle that was about to begin affect this divine object that held her future destiny.

Battle is now inevitable.

She sensed an undisguised, chilling killing intent emanating from these uninvited guests.

"I have long admired the name of the Snow Emperor, the leader of the Three Heavenly Kings of the Far North."

The leader, a man in black robes, slowly lifted the hood of his cloak that concealed his face, revealing a handsome yet weathered face.

He looked like a human man in his thirties or forties, with brilliant short blond hair and strange eyes that looked like molten gold.

He wore a seemingly gentle smile and spoke in a very polite tone, as if he were greeting an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

However, Xue Di's brows furrowed tightly, and a hint of doubt and a deeper wariness flashed in her icy blue eyes.

"Humans? No, that's not right..."

Her keen senses told her that although these beings looked no different from humans, they completely lacked the vibrant life force that living beings should possess.

Instead, it was filled with an intense, almost impenetrable, deathly stillness belonging to the dead.

This feeling was strikingly similar to the soul beasts she had encountered in the far north over the past few years, those resurrected by unknown forces.

Moreover, for some reason, this blond-haired, golden-eyed middle-aged man gave her a vague sense of familiarity, as if she had seen him somewhere before or heard of him before.

But so much time has passed, and the memory has become blurred, making it difficult to recall at the moment.

"Who are you?"

The Snow Emperor asked in a cold voice, her tone like the clash of ice crystals.

The blond middle-aged man's smile remained unchanged, still gentle: "That's not important, is it? Your Majesty, Snow Emperor."

Upon hearing this, Xue Di felt an even greater chill, as if the air at the summit was about to freeze.

"Right."

She stopped asking questions; the other party's murderous intent had already explained everything, and there was no point in investigating further.

"Did you come here for this 100,000-year-old snow lotus in my hand?"

She speculated about the other party's motives. To go to such lengths, sending sixteen experts comparable to titled Douluo to infiltrate the core of the far north, she couldn't think of any other reason besides such a treasure of heaven and earth.

Upon hearing this, the blond middle-aged man's seemingly gentle smile deepened, but there was no warmth in his golden eyes.

He slowly shook his head, his voice steady as he said:
"Your Excellency Snow Emperor, you misunderstand. Our original target was you."

His gaze swept over the ice jade box, his tone carrying a hint of surprise.

"As for this snow lotus... it was just an unexpected surprise."

Was she the original target?

Xue Di's delicate eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and the coldness in her eyes intensified.

She has lived for nearly 700,000 years, spending most of her time slumbering or meditating in this eternally frozen world, just like the far northern ice plains themselves—ancient, aloof, and almost completely isolated from the outside world. Even the so-called "War of the Three Gods" that swept across the continent ten thousand years ago, a war that could be vaguely sensed even in the far north, failed to bring her out of the far north.

Human Soul Masters? In her long life, she was nothing more than a fleeting and insignificant passerby who occasionally ventured into the fringes. Even during the heyday of the Spirit Hall, which was known as the number one power on the continent, ten thousand years ago, no strong person ever dared to venture into this forbidden zone for humans where even sunlight could be frozen.

She had no grudges against anyone outside the family, and never actively sought to make enemies.

Why would these eerie beings, whose auras are deathly still and whose forms resemble humans, consider her their primary target?

Could it be to hunt her down and obtain that 700,000-year-old soul ring and soul bone that would drive any soul master in the world mad?

The reason seemed plausible, but her intuition told her that things were not so simple.

The blond man's eyes held not greed, but a conviction she couldn't comprehend.

Thoughts flashed by like lightning.

However, her pride as the Lord of the Far North and the absolute strength brought by her 700,000 years of cultivation quickly suppressed these doubts.

Can't figure it out? Then stop thinking about it.

"never mind."

The Snow Emperor's cold voice rang out, carrying an indifferent air of looking down upon the world.

"Just kill a mere dozen or so Title Douluos."

The moment she finished speaking, a chill far more intense and pure than before erupted from her delicate body.

It's no longer just about intimidation, but about absolute control over ice and snow.

The residual moisture in the air was instantly stripped away and solidified, turning into visible pale blue ice crystal dust that floated in the air.

The light seemed frozen and distorted, making the entire view from the summit blurry and unreal.

The ancient ice beneath her feet creaked under the weight, and cracks spread rapidly outwards like a spider web from her center.

If she were outside and faced such an attack—a total of sixteen Title Douluos, most of whom possessed the aura of Super Douluos, and one of their leaders who could rival her—she might temporarily avoid their attacks and choose to fight guerrilla warfare or retreat.

But this is the core of the far north, her absolute home ground where she was born, grew, and ruled for countless years.

She is a goddess of ice and snow, a child born from this icy world.

Here, every snowflake is her eyes and ears, every gust of cold wind is her arm, and she has endless ice element energy at her disposal.

Here, she can unleash her full potential.

She was absolutely confident that even if the Beast God Di Tian of the Star Dou Great Forest dared to step into this place and become her enemy, she was confident that she could use the power of heaven and earth to completely defeat him and make his black dragon blood stain this boundless snowfield red.

Moreover, she is not the only ferocious beast in this far north.

"Bing'er..."

"Atai..."

"noob……"

She silently recited those names in her heart.

The Ice Emperor and the Titan Snow Demon King, who are also among the Three Kings of the Far North.

There is also the seemingly simple and honest, but actually incredibly powerful, even comparable to the Titan Snow Demon King, yet he is unknown to the outside world because he respects her and does not want to be on par with her.

Once the battle begins, the unbridled aura of a Title Douluo-level expert will inevitably alarm them instantly.

(End of this chapter)