Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

The afternoon sun shone through the dome, baking the huge stadium into a sweltering heat.

At exactly three o'clock, amidst the clamor of voices, referee Xuan Ziwen's voice cut through the noise:

"Shrek Academy, Spirit Pagoda, Huo Yutong!"

"Sun and Moon Royal Academy, Mingde Hall, Laughing at the Mortal World!"

"The match begins!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Hongchen had already made his move.

The array of soul-guided devices behind him suddenly unfolded, and the muzzles of 128 soul-guided cannons instantly charged, the terrifying energy fluctuations even distorting space itself.

His tactics were simple and direct: overwhelming firepower so that the opponent had no chance to breathe!

However, Huo Yutong was faster.

An invisible and intangible spiritual shock erupted first, directly attacking Xiao Hongchen.

This was a carefully designed opening move, a preemptive strike to disrupt the spellcasting rhythm.

But she underestimated Mingdetang's resources. Xiao Hongchen's lips curled into a cold smile, and her specially made "Nether Eye" goggles shimmered with a dark light, completely blocking this sharp spiritual attack!

"It's useless, Miss Huo." Xiao Hongchen smiled arrogantly. "This is a defensive soul tool that can withstand a Soul Saint-level mental attack!"

Huo Yutong's face remained frosty, but her mind was completely calm. She did not withdraw her spiritual power; instead, she activated it with all her might!

The chill of extreme ice flowed upwards along with the mental energy, and with a crisp "crack," spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the goggles!

"What?!" Xiao Hongchen's expression finally changed. This level of defense meant that the opponent's mental strength... was already at the Contra Douluo level!

Xiao Hongchen reacted immediately, and the artillery fire poured down!

Dense beams of soul-guided light rained down, but Huo Yutong lightly touched the ground with her toes, and the ultimate ice instantly condensed into multiple ice shields, layer upon layer, blocking in front of her.

The roar was deafening, and ice shards flew everywhere!

"I can't keep my distance... I have to fight in close combat!" She made her decision amidst the smoke and dust of the explosion. Xiao Hongchen's ranged firepower was too terrifying; only close-quarters combat could limit the effectiveness of the soul tool.

His gaze swept across the blazing afternoon sun, then returned to his spinning ice shield. A daring tactic took shape in his mind—

She no longer simply defended, but instead manipulated the various sizes of circular ice shields, causing them to spin and refract at high speed!

The crystal-clear ice surface, like countless prisms, precisely captures every ray of sunlight...

Suddenly, the ice shield adjusted to a specific angle—a blinding beam of light suddenly reflected out, piercing Xiao Hongchen's eyes!

"Ah—!" Xiao Hongchen was caught off guard, his vision was completely swallowed by the bright light, and the excruciating pain made him instinctively close his eyes and scream.

There was also a commotion in the stands, and many spectators were also affected.

It's now!

Huo Yutong's figure rushed forward like a ghost, and the ultimate ice in her hand transformed into several sharp ice shuttles, hovering above Xiao Hongchen's head.

As her cool, clear voice fell—"Fall!"

The ice shuttle, carrying a chilling aura, precisely targeted Xiao Hongchen's vital points, sealing off all escape routes.

The entire room fell silent.

Xuan Ziwen waved his hand and announced, "Huo Yutong has won."

Xiao Hongchen was helped off the stage by his younger sister, Meng Hongchen. He covered his eyes tightly with one hand, clearly still not recovered from the sunlight, while his other hand rested heavily on Meng Hongchen's shoulder for support.

Huo Yutong stepped forward, her tone apologetic: "Senior Xiao Hongchen, I'm sorry."

Xiao Hongchen waved his hand, his voice weak but still maintaining the composure of a scion of a noble family: "It's alright, it's just that my skills are inferior. I'll be fine after a short rest." He paused, then said in a low voice, "That tactic of using ice mirrors to reflect light... brilliant."

Meng Hongchen helped her brother walk quickly toward the treatment room.

Jing Hongchen stroked his beard, his eyes filled with amazement: "Truly, the younger generation surpasses the older. Yu Tong's grasp of opportunities and utilization of the environment have reached the level of a master. If she continues to develop like this, she will surely be the Sun Moon Empire's greatest rival in the next Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament."

Ye Yulin nodded slightly, her expression solemn: "The tactical skills and individual strength displayed by this Spirit Pagoda team far surpass those of ordinary academies. We must prioritize their evaluation."

Kong Mingde, however, let out a meaningful snort: "Not necessarily. Don't forget, they are also a sect. If they also decide to participate..."

Upon hearing this, both Jing Hongchen and Ye Yulin's expressions darkened.

The three exchanged a knowing glance. An invisible behemoth emerged in their minds—the Holy Spirit Cult.

For thousands of years, the Sun and Moon Empire has been deeply bound to it, and that dark shadow has long since seeped into the blood of the empire, becoming an inseparable part of it.

Now, they seem to have seen the only way out: to truly escape that abyss, they must also sever the malignant tumors attached to their limbs.

On the third day of the exchange competition, the morning sun pierced through the thin mist and shone on the solemn competition field.

Huo Yutong's opponent stood silently opposite her.

"Shrek Academy, Spirit Pagoda, Huo Yutong."

"Sun and Moon Royal Academy, Mingde Hall, Ji Juechen."

"The match begins!"

Almost the instant Xuan Ziwen finished speaking, Huo Yutong felt a completely different sense of pressure.

Unlike Xiao Hongchen's sharp and outspoken nature, Ji Juechen was like a bottomless ancient well, with a suffocating chill beneath its calm surface. This was the strongest opponent she had encountered on this journey.

The initial probing began on a spiritual level.

Huo Yutong's eyes narrowed, and a mental shock, meticulously suppressed, silently swept out.

She deliberately controlled the power to a level that could only distract the Soul Emperor, intending only to disrupt his rhythm. However, Ji Juechen seemed oblivious, his sword strikes showing no sign of faltering!

"It didn't work?" Huo Yutong was slightly surprised, and her figure retreated like a ghost.

Ji Juechen's sword had arrived; it was not a technique, but an extension of his will—sharp, pure, and unstoppable.

The battle between ice and sword thus begins.

Huo Yutong stepped on the Ghostly Shadows, and the ultimate ice condensed into layers of ice shields.

Each clash of sword and shield produced a deafening metallic clang, with ice shards and sword energy scattering everywhere.

She attempted to take control of the battlefield, and the Ice Emperor's Domain quietly opened, with thick layers of ice rapidly spreading and freezing the earth.

Mental weakness and mental confusion occurred one after another, and invisible mental ripples spread out in layers.

However, Ji Juechen's reaction was merely a slight pause and a slowing of his speed, but the sword intent that could cut through everything became even more refined.

"The sword is me, and I am the sword." For him, consciousness only interferes with the purity of the sword; only cutting is its true purpose.

The battle has reached a bizarre stalemate.

Suddenly, Ji Juechen sheathed his sword and stood up, his voice resounding: "Huo Yutong, let's decide the outcome with our next strike."

Huo Yutong understood, a hint of appreciation flashing in her eyes: "Good!"

The two retreated to the edge of the field, leaving the center of the battlefield empty.

Ji Juechen closed his eyes and concentrated, completely concealing his aura, but then suddenly exploded in the next instant!

He poured all his soul power, all his will, and all his life into the longsword in his hand.

Man and sword become one; he no longer seems to be a person, but a sharp blade about to be drawn and cut through heaven and earth!