For the sake of the World of his dreams, some principles can be set aside, some concerns can be abandoned, and some sacrifices... are inevitable.
Qian Daoliu slowly raised his hand, and holy, blazing Angelic Soul Power began to gather in his palm. It was completely out of place in this frigid World, yet it carried a sense of determination, as if it intended to purify everything.
His gaze toward the Snow Empress no longer wavered in the slightest; only a rock-solid firmness remained.
"Snow Empress Your Excellency, right and wrong are matters of perspective. There is no need for further words."
His voice was grand and calm.
"Today, there is only—battle!"
For the great cause of the Hall of Rebirth, for the future of the deceased, and for... the fire of faith in his heart that had long since passed away with the Spirit Hall but was now yearning to be rekindled.
The moment Qian Daoliu's voice fell, the battle erupted in the most direct and violent manner.
There was no testing, no hesitation.
Facing an existence like the Snow Empress, any holding back would be a sign of disrespect to both parties, and even more so, a path to self-destruction.
"Buzz—!"
The golden light around Qian Daoliu surged violently, and his vast, boundless Soul Power surged out like a golden ocean, making him look like a sun descending upon the icy plains.
Behind him, six massive wings composed of pure light and holy energy unfurled. Every feather flowed with golden divine radiance, holy, majestic, and inviolable.
The Seraphim Martial Soul officially manifested.
At the same time, the remaining fifteen black-robed Titled Douluos also threw back their cloaks, revealing their respective faces.
One after another, Martial Soul phantoms of various forms soared into the sky, and multicolored spirit rings shone and pulsed beneath their feet. The scene of over a hundred spirit rings appearing simultaneously painted half the sky in bizarre colors, echoing Qian Daoliu's presence.
They did not join the fray immediately but instead dispersed in a coordinated manner, occupying advantageous positions around the snowy peak. Their powerful Auras intertwined into an invisible net, firmly locking onto the Snow Empress in the center of the battlefield.
They were supporting Qian Daoliu, preventing the Snow Empress from escaping, and using their pressure to continuously strike and interfere with her mind, attempting to tear a tiny rift in the perfect battle rhythm of the Lord of the Far North.
However, the Snow Empress seemed completely unaware of this.
In her eyes, there was only one opponent: Qian Daoliu.
"Emperor Cold Sky: Snow Dance Shining Sun!"
The Snow Empress's cold voice seemed to contain the ultimate truths of the World as she lightly tapped her jade-like foot on the ice.
There was no grand display of power, but at the summit of the snowy peak, and even across the sky and earth for dozens of miles around, the Laws were instantly rewritten.
With her as the center, the endless ice and snow no longer fell naturally but instead transformed into violent, sentient Martial Souls.
The howling cold wind turned into a visible storm of pale blue ice blades. Every snowflake became as heavy as iron and as sharp as a knife, spinning and cutting frantically.
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