Chapter 152: Yu Xiaolie VS Platinum Bishop, Sixth Soul Skill: Dragon Dance!
Yu Xiaolie calmly released his martial spirit.
The dragon cub's round body leaped out from behind him, and then seven soul rings lit up in succession at Yu Xiaolie's feet: yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, and red!
The moment the bright red 100,000-year-old soul ring appeared, a collective gasp filled the hall.
When Yu Xiaolie returned to Tianshui City, it was the first time that Granny Shui Jingxin had seen him activate his Soul Ring.
Upon seeing the 100,000-year-old soul ring, she was too shocked to speak.
You have to understand, that's a spirit ring age that even the most powerful Spirit Hall can hardly dream of!
Yu Xiaolie...as always, shocked her time and time again.
Clark was shocked and stared at Yu Xiaolie in disbelief.
This guy, with this soul ring configuration, is he a monster?
However, he quickly regained his composure; now that the die was cast, he had no choice but to act.
He was, after all, a Soul Douluo, and in terms of strength, he was still able to suppress Yu Xiaolie!
Immediately, Clark's Frost Scepter emitted a bone-chilling cold, and a thin layer of ice formed on the ground beneath his feet. The cold air spread along the floor, and even the surrounding temperature dropped a few degrees.
Not far away, Shui Qing'er subconsciously rubbed her arms. Seeing this, A Yin gently took her hand, and a warm blue silver grass soul power quietly passed over her, dispelling the chill.
"Xiao Lie..."
Shui Qing'er murmured softly, her eyes filled with worry.
Although she knew Yu Xiaolie was strong, he was, after all, a Soul Douluo-level expert and the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall, whose strength was far beyond that of ordinary Soul Masters.
At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, and the eight soul rings beneath Clark's feet flashed with dazzling light.
Immediately, he sneered, and the icy blue gemstone on the scepter suddenly lit up, causing the chill to surge once more.
"Boy, the prestige of the Spirit Hall is not something you can challenge."
Clark's voice carried an arrogant tone, a habitual haughtiness that came from spending too much time in the Martial Soul Branch Hall.
Yu Xiaolie did not answer, but simply said:
"Let's begin."
Before he could finish speaking, Clark had already made his move.
With a wave of his scepter, the first spirit ring beneath his feet lit up:
"First Soul Skill: Ice Spikes!"
In an instant, several ice spikes condensed in the air and pierced towards Yu Xiaolie.
Yu Xiaolie's eyes narrowed, but without moving, a circle of yellow light suddenly exploded beneath his feet.
With a low shout, he didn't dodge, but instead stepped forward to meet the ice spikes. His Devouring Breath absorbed all of Clark's attack, and then Yu Xiaolie's right fist suddenly blasted out!
"Bang--!"
The remaining ice spikes shattered the moment they touched his fist, turning into countless ice crystals.
Clark's pupils contracted, clearly not expecting Yu Xiaolie to break his soul skill so easily.
His movements were fluid and coordinated, and his third soul ring lit up. Immediately, a huge ice spike rose from the ground, stabbing towards Yu Xiaolie like a venomous snake.
"Third Soul Skill - Touch of Ice!"
Yu Xiaolie snorted coldly, and the dragon cub swept over his shoulder, a layer of light blue light flashing, its body rapidly expanding.
The next moment, a huge dragon with the attribute of ice appeared in the hall.
Its dragon eyes were cold and sharp, and with each breath from its enormous mouth, bursts of frost were exhaled, sending chills down one's spine.
A massive dragon claw slammed down, instantly shattering Clark's enormous ice spikes.
The surrounding cardinals were all dumbfounded; some even rubbed their eyes, wondering if they were hallucinating.
That round pig martial spirit actually transformed into a giant dragon!
Clark's expression finally changed.
He originally thought that his advantage as a Soul Douluo and his years of combat experience would allow him to fight Yu Xiaolie, whose soul ring configuration was extraordinary, to a standstill.
But now, not only was his attack easily broken, but even the oppressive aura emanating from the icy holy dragon in front of him made this level 86 Soul Douluo feel a slight tremor in his heart.
However, he is now in a difficult situation and has no choice but to bite the bullet and take the plunge.
Clark suppressed his unease, raised his Frost Staff high, and his fifth soul ring lit up:
"Fifth Soul Skill: Extreme Ice Prison!"
At this moment, the temperature inside the hall plummeted instantly, and countless ice ridges grew wildly on the ceiling, floor, and walls, instantly trapping Yu Xiaolie in an ice crystal cage.
These icicles, sharp as knives and radiating a chilling aura, were coming from all directions, surrounding Yu Xiaolie completely.
Shui Qing'er exclaimed in surprise and instinctively rushed forward, but was pulled back by A Yin.
Ah Yin shook her head gently and whispered, "He can do it."
Shui Qing'er then regained her balance.
Inside the ice prison, Yu Xiaolie smiled.
That's it?
"Sixth Soul Skill: Ice Cold Dragon Dance".
This is the first time Yu Xiaolie has shown his sixth soul ring to everyone since he obtained it.
A ring-shaped ice storm suddenly rose up from the center of the dragon cub, and the temperature inside the hall plummeted once again!
In this storm, besides countless frosts, one could vaguely see small dragon-shaped creatures coiling within.
Boom!
The storm spread instantly, and along with the storm, all the little ice dragons crashed into Clark's ice crystal cage.
The once indestructible ice prison cracked like glass and collapsed in the blink of an eye!
"How is that possible?!"
Clark gasped in shock.
His Extreme Ice Prison is a powerful restrictive soul skill that can even trap Soul Douluo, so how could it be easily neutralized by an attack that is also of the ice attribute?
Yu Xiaolie didn't give him time to think.
With a flap of its icy holy dragon wings, the man and the dragon instantly broke free of the ice prison and pounced straight at Clark.
"Fourth Soul Skill - Dragon's Might!"
With the powerful boost, all of the Frost Holy Dragon's attributes doubled, and then a divine dragon swung its tail and crashed towards Clark.
The intense pressure and the oncoming hurricane made it difficult for Clark to open his eyes.
Clark, enduring a headache, dodged the Frost Dragon's tail swing, a ruthless glint in his eyes:
"Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul True Body!"
Suddenly, the scepter in his hand expanded, transforming into a five-meter-tall frost scepter. Then, his soul power stirred, and a bone-chilling cold aura swirled around it.
This is Clark's trump card; in his Martial Soul True Form state, his ice-attribute attacks will be maximized.
"Go to hell!"
Clark roared and slammed the Frost Scepter down on Yu Xiaolie.
Yu Xiaolie neither dodged nor avoided the icy holy dragon, which was already blocking his way, a hint of disdain flashing in its eyes.
Fifth Soul Skill: Frosty Armor.
A stream of icy blue energy surged from the dragon cub's body, instantly condensing into a set of crystal-clear armor that covered its entire body.
When Clark's scepter slammed heavily onto the armor, it produced a muffled "clang," as if it had struck ancient iron.
Moreover, the chilling aura from the icy armor spread in the opposite direction of the Frost Scepter, and in the blink of an eye, a chilling aura invaded his body!
Clark was horrified to discover that his soul power was being eroded by this strange chill, and its circulation speed was getting slower and slower.
Yu Xiaolie didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. He took a deep breath, and his third soul ring suddenly lit up.
"Icy Breath!"
A surge of icy blue energy erupted from the mouth of the Frosty Holy Dragon.
In an instant, the temperature in the entire hall plummeted to freezing.
Heavy snow appeared out of nowhere and began to fall in a flurry.
The snowflakes cleverly avoided Shui Qing'er and A Yin's group, all drifting towards Clark and the cardinals.
"ah--!"
A cardinal was touched by a snowflake and instantly let out a piercing scream.
His skin froze at a visible speed, turning into an ice sculpture in the blink of an eye.
The others, seeing this, were terrified and scrambled to escape from the hall.
Karak, standing in the center of the hall, felt it most acutely. Although he was also an ice-attribute soul master, he felt an instinctive fear of the swirling snow.
He felt the snowflakes falling on his Martial Soul True Body, causing his soul power to gradually freeze, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he couldn't reverse it at all.
"This is impossible... How could my ice attribute be..."
Clark trembled as he stepped back, his eyes filled with disbelief.
But in the blink of an eye, the breath spread to his scepter, and ice quickly condensed, covering Clark with a thick layer of ice.
Yu Xiaolie remained calm and unhurried, then coldly shouted:
"break!"
Immediately afterwards, a series of clicking sounds rang out.
The ice sculpture formed by the Frost Scepter exploded with a bang, and Clark screamed as he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the wall.
At this moment, his Martial Soul True Body was forced to dissipate, his entire body was covered with fine wounds, and a mouthful of blood gushed out uncontrollably.
Yu Xiaolie stared coldly at him, approaching him step by step.
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