Chapter 143: The Beautiful Ice Soul Cold Star
Swish—
“Hm!?”
Watching a black meteor streak across the sky, everyone was speechless. The Sleepless Sparrow had fled again…?
Its speed was like a hurricane, disappearing from sight in an instant.
To be fair, the Sleepless Sparrow’s decision was understandable. After all, nothing was more important than survival.
A single flower had unleashed such terrifying power. Facing tens of thousands… there was no chance of survival.
Running away was shameful, but effective!
Seeing the most dangerous threat neutralized, Gong Lianyue breathed a sigh of relief and recalled the Blood Garden Phoenix Stage.
Maintaining that transformation consumed an enormous amount of spirit energy, twice as much as the Weaver of the Sun. If she didn’t have a Dual Soul Body, she wouldn’t be able to sustain it.
It seemed that even the Blood Garden Phoenix Stage, if it truly manifested here, would become a disaster…
Gong Lianyue quickly swallowed four or five Life Fruits to replenish her depleted energy.
It wasn’t that she didn’t have more, but she couldn’t stomach any more at the moment.
The Sleepless Sparrow had fled in terror, and the Blood Garden Phoenix Stage, instead of choosing a new target, had been recalled.
With the most terrifying threat gone, the Windchaser Emperor and the Nether Bell Maiden relaxed slightly, relieved. A one-for-one trade at worst. Not a bad deal.
They wondered how much longer the Sorrowful Saintess could maintain her other three Saint-rank spirit beasts. She must be nearing her limit.
Against a human Spirit Master, there was no need to fight her spirit beasts to the death.
[Battle Technique – Soul Embroidery]
Swish, swish, swish!!
Chilling threads of energy lashed out, tearing through the mountains, sending dust and debris flying, drawing the Nether Bell Maiden’s attention back to the Frost Snow Woman.
Both support-type spirit beasts, the Nether Bell Maiden’s spirit artifact was a black banner. As she danced gracefully, illusory claws emerged from the void.
The black claws clashed with the icy threads, their techniques and auras evenly matched, neither gaining an advantage.
The Frost Snow Woman didn’t use her sealing technique, and the Nether Bell Maiden also refrained from using her more powerful moves. They exchanged blows rhythmically, a strangely civil fight.
Their spirit energy consumption was minimal. With some tea and snacks, they could probably keep this up for hours.
Meanwhile, the most bizarre behavior belonged to the Ice Soul Cold Star.
Its two icy eyes, constantly rotating, watched the battle between the Frost Snow Woman and the Nether Bell Maiden, completely ignoring the Windchaser Emperor in the sky.
This wasn’t simple admiration. After all, the Ice Soul Cold Star was an elemental type. Its aesthetic preferences should align with the Windchaser Emperor, also an elemental type.
Therefore, its disregard for the Windchaser Emperor could only mean two things:
One, it was ugly.
Two, it was weak.
The Windchaser Emperor, its wind-formed body, clearly sensed this and bristled with indignation.
Many ignorant people held prejudices against elemental spirit beasts, thinking, “How can a lump of swirling metal be considered beautiful or ugly?”
But it was true. Among elemental types, beauty could be as dazzling as a diamond, while ugliness could be as repulsive as… a steaming pile of… well, you get the picture.
For beasts, strength was beauty.
For birds, magnificence was truth.
For elemental spirit beasts, the more graceful the form, the more radiant the crystalline surface, the greater the beauty.
The Ice Soul Cold Star, with its deep purple, star-like brilliance and its long, slender legs, could even arouse desire in humans with… peculiar tastes, let alone other elemental spirit beasts.
The Windchaser Emperor, on the other hand, its wind-formed body chaotic and flawed, its crystalline form bulky and cumbersome…
A pockmarked, dark-skinned tank!
That was undoubtedly what the Ice Soul Cold Star thought of it.
Although unable to distinguish human standards of beauty, the slender and graceful figures of the Nether Bell Maiden and the Frost Snow Woman clearly appealed to its aesthetic sensibilities.
Perhaps it was because it had seen so many ugly creatures of its own kind that it found these… unusual species… attractive.
Boom!!!
A sudden gust of wind, and the Windchaser Emperor’s aura surged, its rage intensifying.
Not only to avenge the insult to its pride, but also to create an opportunity for the other guardians, increasing the Sorrowful Saintess’s spirit energy consumption.
If it could stall the Ice Soul Cold Star, it could exhaust the Sorrowful Saintess!
The wind howled, condensing into a massive, terrifying fist that slammed towards the ground.
“Storm Fist!!!”
Crack—
The next second, the Windchaser Emperor’s mind froze, its aura vanishing.
Unable to comprehend what was happening, its entire body was trapped within a transparent block of ice, segmented and layered, unable to move.
A massive, cube-shaped block of purple ice, like a giant Rubik’s Cube, materialized in the void, encasing the Windchaser Emperor.
This massive cube, composed of billions of tiny, dust-like pieces, held everything within frozen and immobile.
Trapped within, the Windchaser Emperor felt nothing, as if lost in a vast, purple sea of stars.
A few seconds later, the purple cube began to twist and turn randomly.
Crack—
A single twist, like turning a gear, caused the billions of other pieces to shift and grind.
The Windchaser Emperor’s protective aura shattered like paper, its body twisting and distorting into a grotesque spiral.
With each turn of the cube, its form became more and more abstract, its original shape unrecognizable.
After ten rotations, the Windchaser Emperor’s wind-formed body was scattered across thousands of different locations.
However, strangely, its consciousness remained.
“This is… Ice Emperor City!!!!!”
A human Spirit Master might not recognize it, but as a fellow elemental being, it couldn’t mistake this battle technique.
This was the Ice Soul Cold Star’s technique, Ice Emperor City!!!
Even if its body was shattered into billions of particles, its organs turned to dust, as long as it remained within Ice Emperor City, its consciousness wouldn’t dissipate.
No pain, no senses, only endless mental torment.
The moment Ice Emperor City dissipated, the Windchaser Emperor would face death, a terrifying and inevitable end.
In other words, it was already dead…
The Ice Soul Cold Star, maintaining its flawless, seductive pose, sat cross-legged in the air, its wrist-mounted eyes watching the battle between the Frost Snow Woman and the Nether Bell Maiden.
Chapter 144: The Tyrant Demon Seed’s Muscles
Boom!!!!
The earth groaned, the sky tore.
Two silver figures clashed repeatedly, their movements a blur, locked in a deadly battle at speeds beyond human comprehension.
Neither the Blood Garden Phoenix Stage’s eruption, the Ice Soul Cold Star’s Ice Emperor City, the Sleepless Sparrow’s cowardly retreat, nor the Windchaser Emperor’s impending doom could distract them.
The Six-Faced God and the Tyrant Demon Seed, both combat-type Saint-rank spirit beasts, their bodies and minds tempered through countless trials, their strength honed to an unimaginable level.
A hundred years ago, they were invincible beings of the Sun and Moon Realm, the shockwaves from their clashes capable of destroying half the Wind Realm.
Now, at the Dead Sea Stage, their clashes could only destroy half the Yin Tomb, but even this was a terrifying display of power for human Spirit Masters.
Bang!
The muscular rabbit, its thousand abs rippling, unleashed a powerful kick, the impact echoing through the mountains.
Facing this swift and brutal attack, the Six-Faced God’s graceful, silver, liquid form twisted and spun, dodging the blow by a hair’s breadth.
Landing gracefully on the Tyrant Demon Seed’s thigh, the silver figure grinned, its face a mask of rage.
“Rabbit, I win!” the Six-Faced God roared.
A crimson aura erupted from its body, all the liquid metal flowing upwards.
The air crackled and distorted as the silver figure assumed a fighting stance, then punched the massive, muscular rabbit.
Boom!!!!
A crimson, fan-shaped shockwave struck the rabbit’s upper body, sending flesh and blood flying, its entire head exploding.
This gruesome scene shocked the watching Spirit Masters. They hadn’t expected a battle between combat types to be so brutal and swift.
The Saint-rank elimination round was over. Next should be the finals.
Six-Faced God versus Ice Soul Cold Star!!!
However, before the Six-Faced God could relax, the dead Tyrant Demon Seed suddenly twitched.
Crack!
A pair of long, slender, white legs emerged from the rabbit’s abdomen, its skin tearing.
As everyone watched in disbelief, a silver-haired woman, covered in a white, viscous fluid, emerged from the Tyrant Demon Seed’s remains, two soft, fluffy rabbit ears twitching adorably on her head.
Her voluptuous, snow-white body, barely covered by a few strands of fur, her figure perfect, flawless, her skin so white it seemed to glow.
Thick, silver hair cascaded down to the ground, as thick and coarse as a lion’s mane.
As the silver-haired rabbit woman emerged, the Tyrant Demon Seed’s remains dissolved, its essence absorbed into the massive, spherical tail behind the woman.
The silver tail swelled, growing to the size of a small hill, weighing the woman down, forcing her into a crouching position, like an ordinary rabbit.
This, undoubtedly, was the Tyrant Demon Seed’s true form!!!
“This is… her true form!?”
The Six-Faced God’s mask of rage faltered, shifting, then morphing into an expression of shock.
Because it had always been covered in moon-like armor, no one had ever seen the Tyrant Demon Seed’s true appearance.
Perhaps due to being suppressed to the Dead Sea Stage and its weakened spirit energy, it could no longer create that powerful armor, forcing it to… reveal its true self!
Bang!!!
The next second, without warning, the Six-Faced God’s body arched like a shrimp, a burst of air erupting from its abdomen, clearly struck by a powerful blow.
It hadn’t even seen the Tyrant Demon Seed move. The world spun, its vision blurring into a pixelated mess.
No one had seen the silver rabbit woman’s attack. She had grabbed the Six-Faced God’s leg, flipped it over, and was now holding it in the air like a rag doll.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang, bang, bang!!!
With a gleeful expression, the silver rabbit woman swung the Six-Faced God around, slamming it against the ground, creating deafening booms and massive craters.
The silver figure offered no resistance, simply enduring the beating, viscous silver fluid splattering everywhere.
Bang!
After repeating this dozens of times, the Six-Faced God, thrown hundreds of meters away, its consciousness fading, finally landed.
“The Tyrant Demon Seed… just what kind of monster is it?!”
“Its physique, powerful, heavy as a mountain, resilient, its flesh… delicious.” (The Six-Faced God’s thoughts)
Bang!
The silver rabbit woman, her speed like teleportation, appeared beside the Six-Faced God and stomped on its face with her bare foot, pinning it to the ground.
Its head crushed beneath the rabbit woman’s powerful leg, the Six-Faced God’s soul core shuddered, its consciousness almost fading.
“It’s as fast as lightning, strong enough to move mountains, its power terrifying, its body… soft and plump.” (The Six-Faced God’s thoughts)
“And this rabbit, not only is its potential limitless, its attacks relentless, its persistence unwavering, its breasts… jiggling…” (The Six-Faced God’s thoughts)
Bang!
Bang!
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!!
The Tyrant Demon Seed continued to stomp on the Six-Faced God’s face, as if determined to crush it completely.
The ground beneath its feet deepened, cracks spreading outwards, unable to withstand the force.
“And it’s a perfectionist…” (The Six-Faced God’s thoughts)
The Six-Faced God lay motionless, its consciousness fading, a strange feeling stirring within its heart.
Was this… love…?
If the Tyrant Demon Seed had insulted its hippo-like appearance with this beautiful form, instead of that grotesque, multi-limbed, multi-headed monster with a thousand abs, it would have fallen in love instantly, instead of fighting.
Even now, it felt no pain, only a burning desire.
“How should I confess?”
“Where should we get married?”
“What should we name our children?”
“Everything is perfect, except… are its legs a bit thick?”
The Six-Faced God, as its name suggested, was obsessed with appearances!!!
And normally, the Tyrant Demon Seed’s legs were slender and delicate. It was only when it charged its attacks that they swelled to the size of elephant legs.
At this moment, the Saint-rank battle had ended. The Six-Faced God was severely injured, the Windchaser Emperor trapped in Ice Emperor City, awaiting death, the Sleepless Sparrow long gone, and the Nether Bell Maiden exhausted.
The Sorrowful Saintess, single-handedly, had defeated the Wind Realm’s Four Guardians, turning the Overlord’s birthday celebration into utter chaos.
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