Douluo V: Taking advantage of Xiao Wu's youthful innocence, I tricked her into becoming my wife

"Heavenly Fire Spreads Across the Plains!"

In an instant, the arena was engulfed by a sea of ​​fire!

Liu Zheng's sword energy was like an icicle falling into a furnace; it didn't even last half a breath before it was completely evaporated!

He was thrown back by the unstoppable heat wave, crashing into the soul power barrier once more, slowly sliding down and collapsing into a heap.

The Azure Destiny sword slipped from his hand and landed with a clang in the distance, its unreleased sword energy gradually receding.

The sea of ​​fire subsided and disappeared underground.

"The winner of the second round is Huo Wu!"

The referee announced the verdict, and cheers erupted from the audience.

Huo Wushuang looked pleased to see his sister in the limelight.

Just when everyone thought the dust had settled, the Azure Sword suddenly unleashed its sword energy and shot towards Huo Wu!

"Watch out!" The Earth Flame Beast blocked Fire Dance's path.

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Huo Wu's soul power had not yet returned, and her feet felt unsteady.

The entire audience was so engrossed in cheers that they didn't have time to react.

"Fire Dance!"

"careful!"

Huo Wushuang sprang up from his seat, his soul power surging, but he couldn't even reach the arena!

The sword energy was so fast that even the Soul King didn't have time to react!

At the critical moment of a thousand-year hair-tight moment—

Snapped.

Ye Hua snapped his fingers.

Crisp, casual, nonchalant

An ice wall appeared out of thin air in front of Huo Wu.

It is completely translucent, with a cold gleam flowing through it, and its surface is covered with fine frost flowers.

It looks like a piece of ancient ice cut directly from the deepest part of the far north.

The moment the sword energy struck the ice wall, the world fell silent for a moment.

Chirp chirp chirp!

The sword energy at the peak of Contra was like a dull knife cutting through stone, shattering it inch by inch.

The ice wall remained perfectly still, without even a scratch.

This is the ultimate ice!

The icy wall's chill seeped through, flowing backwards along the sword's energy, and in the blink of an eye, it completely enveloped the Azure Nether Sword.

One floor, two floors, three floors...

Layer upon layer, airtight.

Struggling frantically within the Green Destiny Sword!

But it was all in vain!

It was frozen solid into an ice block!

Huo Wu was stunned, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sister!" Huo Wushuang jumped onto the arena and hugged Huo Wu.

"Brother, I'm fine." Huo Wu saw that Huo Wushuang was covered in sweat and kindly wiped it away for him.

Ye Hua put down his teacup and looked at Feng Chang on the platform.

Everyone's eyes turned to Feng Chang.

That silent gaze was more weighty than any angry outburst.

Feng Chang broke out in a cold sweat, his lips trembled, and he was unable to speak for a moment.

Prince Xuexing slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his face turning ashen.

"Elder Feng! What do you mean by this?"

"Sparring is supposed to stop when you've made your point. Your disciple couldn't win, so you resorted to using the sect's most treasured weapon to ambush him?"

"Is this what you call a friendly spar? This is treachery!"

Feng was often questioned on the spot, and his cheeks felt burning hot.

He didn't know why the Green Destiny Sword had gone out of control!

Could it be...

He swallowed hard and forced himself to stand up.

"Your Highness, please calm down. This is purely a misunderstanding..."

"The Azure Destiny Sword was forged with the blood and sweat of successive sect leaders of my Wind Sword Sect, imbued with sword energy, and even the souls of deceased sect leaders."

"Just now, Liu Zheng was defeated, and the Green Destiny Sword sensed it and its spirit activated. It was definitely not at my command!"

Dugu Bo scoffed, interrupting his sophistry.

"Elder Feng, what you're saying doesn't make any sense."

"It's true that the Green Destiny Sword is sentient, but you knew it was sentient, yet you still handed it over to your disciple and had him take it to the arena?"

"That sword energy just now was the real power of a Soul Douluo. Huo Wu just broke through to Soul Emperor. Could she have blocked it?"

Feng was speechless, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

Hu Qian and Tuoba Chuo, who were standing next to him, also kept their heads down and pretended to be quails, neither of them willing to be the first to step forward.

Seeing this, Feng gritted his teeth and quickly went up on stage, intending to grab the Green Destiny Sword and then retreat.

After much difficulty, overcoming the cold and freezing his hands, he finally managed to pick up the Green Destiny sword, which had been frozen solid.

Click!

The ice layer has cracked!

With a deafening roar, the ultimate ice exploded from the inside!

Ice shards flew everywhere, and a cold mist spread out!

Clearly, the Azure Destiny Sword was restless, forcefully shattering the surrounding ice!

The sword light condensed but did not disperse, eventually coalescing into a human shape.

He was about seven feet tall, with a white beard that reached his chest, sword-like eyebrows that slanted into his temples, and eyes as sharp as knives.

Although it was an illusion, it carried the imposing aura of a master.

Upon seeing the solidified figure, Feng Chang's knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

"Welcome, Former Sect Master!!!"

The sound resonated throughout the entire venue, carrying a profound sense of awe.

Neither Xing Siting nor Chang Ying had ever seen that face.

"Dad," Ning Rongrong asked doubtfully, "was that person really the former sect leader of the Wind Sword Sect?"

“That’s right,” Ning Fengzhi said. “Even your Grandpa Jian didn’t object.”

Chen Xin nodded, "That is indeed Feng Zhengyang, the former sect leader of the Wind Sword Sect."

"When I was still a member of the Soul Sect, he was already the Sect Master of the Wind Sword Sect!"

"After becoming a Title Douluo, I even went to challenge him!"

Feng Zhengyang, clad in white robes, gleamed with a chilling aura, his sword intent sharp and menacing.

He looked at Feng Chang kneeling on the ground, his brows furrowing.

"Feng Chang, why are you kneeling on the ground, the dignified Grand Elder of the Wind Sword Sect?"

"Get up!"

Feng shivered, "Old Sect Master, your disciple is incompetent and has brought shame upon the sect!"

Feng Zhengyang snorted coldly, looking at Huo Wu with a murderous aura.

He had just awakened, and his senses were limited, so he couldn't sense the aura of a Soul Master.

I just thought the place was ordinary, nothing more than a typical academic exchange.

"Embarrassing?"

"It's truly shameful that our Wind Sword Sect disciples were beaten so badly by that little yellow-haired girl!"

Feng Chang was drenched in cold sweat and kowtowed repeatedly.

Feng Zhengyang was only marginally satisfied with his attitude of admitting his mistake and gave a cold laugh.

“Girl, your methods just now were indeed quite good.”

“But you won by stepping on the face of the Wind Sword Sect disciples, so you have to give an explanation.”

"I won't make things difficult for you. Just become a disciple of Xing Ni's Sword Sect and kowtow three times, and this matter will be settled!"

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

Make Huo Wu kowtow?

Isn't this a slap in the face to the Long Night Alliance?

Is this old man out of his mind?

and many more......

It seems that Liu Zheng launched the sneak attack first!

The Wind Sword Sect is pretty shameless!

Feng Chang's lips twitched, and he quickly gave the old sect leader a meaningful look.

My dear ancestors, please say less!

He had already seen Dugu Bo and Chen Xin's dark faces!

But Feng Zhengyang turned a blind eye, asking, "Is it impossible?"

"Hehe, alright, I'll help you!"

Knock—

The Azure Sword surged with sword energy!

Huo Wu's face turned ashen, and she was about to retort.

"Feng Zhengyang, are you senile?"

A cold voice rang out from the podium.

The Seven Kill Swords were gathering power, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

The sharp, surging intent of the sword was omnipresent.

Feng Zhengyang's body stiffened, and he turned his head with pauses.

The moment I saw Chenxin's face clearly, his illusory image vanished!

"Dust Heart?!"

"What are you doing here!"

Back then, Chenxin was forty years old, and he was seventy. He was beaten so badly he was left crawling on the ground looking for his teeth!