219: Chapter 219 Snow Empress and Ice Empress

While Ye Lingling examined their injuries, Su Wen also silently observed the two.

Sword Douluo severed an arm and reached a Breakthrough to rank ninety-seven; I wonder if severing another arm would allow for a Breakthrough to rank ninety-eight.

Su Wen became inexplicably curious about this question.

He felt an impulse to chop it off and try.

Ye Lingling performed an inspection, and the answer she gave was the same as the other Healing Soul Masters.

"School Master Ning, you likely already know Bone Douluo Senior's situation, so I won't say more.

"As for Sword Douluo, he just needs to rest for half a year. During this time, he should try not to use his full power, otherwise it will prolong the injury... It's just..."

"It's just that my future path is severed!"

Sword Douluo finished the sentence for Ye Lingling.

Sword Douluo didn't care much about this point anymore.

Even if this hadn't happened,

he didn't know how many years it would have taken to reach a Breakthrough to rank ninety-seven, let alone the distant rank ninety-eight.

It's just that there was no longer any hope of surpassing his father and grandfather; Sword Douluo felt somewhat regretful in his heart.

"Sigh!"

Ning Fengzhi sighed, his heart feeling extremely complicated.

Bone Douluo would fall from the Titled Douluo rank, while Sword Douluo reached a Breakthrough to rank ninety-seven; was this ultimately a good or bad thing? How should the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's path be walked in the future?

Seeing that they had finished, Yu Yuanzhen couldn't help but ask first from the side:

"Ye Lingling, is it? What's going on with your spirit rings?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's gaze fell upon Ye Lingling's spirit rings once again.

They were truly too unique, completely exceeding the normal combinations of Spirit Master theory.

"Your Excellency Thunder Douluo, this is my private matter, I'm afraid I cannot tell you!"

Facing everyone's gazes, Ye Lingling remained neither humble nor arrogant; after speaking, she walked to Su Wen's side.

Everyone was somewhat disappointed; if she were not one of the Holy Son of Spirit Hall's people, they could have certainly interrogated her.

Even a support Spirit Master could possess such spirit rings, which meant she might have mastered something.

Ning Fengzhi and the others even recalled Su Wen's previous spirit ring configuration.

It turned out that it wasn't fake, but real.

A trace of jealousy and the thought of silencing them flashed through Yu Yuanzhen's mind.

He already had a conflict with the Holy Son of Spirit Hall; now, knowing the other party might have spirit rings that surpassed ordinary people, the consequences would be unimaginable if he were allowed to grow up.

"Yu Yuanzhen, you should deal with the current matters first!"

As soon as Su Wen spoke, Yu Yuanzhen's displeasure was out in the open: "Su Wen, what did you call me?"

"Yu Yuanzhen!"

Su Wen repeated it again.

Although it was just a simple name and there was no malice in his words, everyone present knew that addressing a Titled Douluo by name was an act of disrespect.

Yu Yuanzhen's fists clenched slightly, his anger gradually becoming visible.

He's just a Spirit King, how does he dare?

There are no Titled Douluo from the Spirit Hall here right now.

Where does this kid get his confidence?

Yu Yuanzhen subconsciously looked at Zi Ji and Bi Ji.

He had never heard of these two before.

Nor had he seen them take action.

Su Wen looked at Yu Yuanzhen with a cold sneer, showing no fear when meeting the other's slightly threatening gaze, even carrying a hint of mockery.

By this time, everyone could feel Soul Power fluctuations beginning to emanate from Yu Yuanzhen's body.

"Hahaha, everyone, let's discuss the matter of the Northern Spirit Beasts!"

Xue Qinghe hurriedly stepped forward, and Marshal Ge Long also spoke up at the right moment.

Although Ning Fengzhi also hoped for discord between the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Spirit Hall,

now was not the time for internal strife; the Spirit Beast army was right across from them.

If a fight broke out here, the Northern Spirit Beasts would likely take the opportunity to attack.

Yu Yuanzhen seemed to understand this logic as well and forcibly suppressed his rage.

The conclusion reached from the discussion was still to wait for the Angel Douluo of the Spirit Hall, but the Angel Douluo had been missing for many years, and whether he would be willing to appear was another question.

"His Highness the Holy Son, do you have any information on your end?"

Just as Su Wen was about to speak, a series of horn blasts suddenly sounded from outside.

"Not good, the Northern Spirit Beasts are moving again!"

Marshal Ge Long was the first to rush out of the camp; as the commander-in-chief, he needed to arrange the defense immediately.

The others followed one after another, their expressions solemn.

The Sword and Bone Douluo were heavily injured; Bone Douluo could no longer fight, and although Sword Douluo was rank ninety-seven, he similarly couldn't unleash his full power due to his injuries.

They estimated that this outbreak of the beast tide would be exceptionally difficult to fight.

At the edge of the distant horizon, dark shadows covered half the sky; every step the Titan Snow Demon King's massive body took caused the ground to tremble violently.

Beneath his feet, tens of thousands of Ten Thousand Year Spirit Beasts were moving in this direction.

In the sky, there were thousands of Northern Ice Birds.

Beast roars echoed; with every step the Northern Spirit Beasts drew closer, the surrounding earth was frozen by the cold Qi.

The Heaven Dou army also quickly formed their ranks, and the teachers from various Sects and academies followed the army's movement; everyone was plunged into tension and high alert.

"Strange, it seems the Spirit Beasts haven't come out in full force this time; only a few races have arrived."

Dugu Bo noticed that the Northern Spirit Beasts weren't as fierce as before.

They seemed more like they were advancing rather than engaging in bloodthirsty slaughter.

"Poison Douluo, although the numbers have decreased, they are all Ten Thousand Year Spirit Beasts, and the weakest among them is a Spirit King; we must not be careless..."

Ning Fengzhi's expression was not relaxed, only cautious.

His gaze searched through the Spirit Beast legion ahead, looking for the super Douluo Sword Douluo had mentioned.

Finally, it landed on an ice bird where two graceful figures stood.

One tall, one short.

The smaller one looked petite and exquisite, yet her aura gave off an extremely cold feeling.

With just one glance, Ning Fengzhi felt a surge of pressure; the other party even noticed his gaze and swept a faint glance over him.

When Ning Fengzhi withdrew his gaze, a large amount of sweat had already broken out on his forehead.

"Fengzhi, she's here—the sword master who defeated me!"

Sword Douluo did not refer to her as a Spirit Beast, but used a respectful title.

With Sword Douluo's words "she's here," everyone around subconsciously looked toward the Snow Empress.

First was her appearance, followed by that powerful aura—noble and cold—that made it impossible to look at her directly.

The figures of the Ice Empress and Snow Empress arrived at the center of the battlefield, and the people of the Heaven Dou Empire immediately understood that they intended to negotiate.

"Su Wen, didn't you say you had a way to make peace with them?"

"Now that they've taken the initiative, why aren't you stepping forward!"

Yu Yuanzhen suddenly spoke with a hint of mockery.

Everyone knew that Su Wen had wanted to talk with the Spirit Beasts across from them some time ago.

When they heard it at the time, they only felt that Su Wen was young and impetuous after all.

To a Spirit Beast, a Spirit King would likely be treated with disdain, or perhaps even swatted to death with a single palm.

The people around smiled and said nothing, but Yu Yuanzhen bringing it up was clearly an attempt to use the Spirit Beasts' hands to kill Su Wen.

"Since the Thunder Douluo has spoken, this Saint will give it a try!"

Hearing that Su Wen still intended to step forward, Xue Qinghe couldn't help but raise her eyebrows in anger: Can't he tell this is just a provocation?

As the Holy Son of Spirit Hall, if Su Wen were really killed by the Spirit Beasts, the identity of the Saint would truly become a joke from then on.