Chapter 149: Daring to Show Off in Front of a Master? Witness My Mystic Ice Dragon Soar
The stench of blood hung thick in the air, making one want to retch. Beneath the blood-stained sky, Elder Qing's tattered green robes were soaked in dark crimson, giving her a tragic appearance.
At this moment, the beautiful elder had closed her eyes in despair, awaiting death's embrace.
Ironically, she felt a small sense of relief. The Yin-Yang Mystic Dragon Pill had been taken—she no longer had the face to return and report to her master. Dying here was preferable.
Still, being ambushed and slaughtered by such a vile coward was frustrating. At least in death, she would be spared the fate of being captured and humiliated.
Time passed, yet the killing blow never came. Elder Qing, puzzled, opened her eyes.
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Before her stood a slender figure in white robes, poised gracefully between her and Fan Lao. The woman's jade-like fingers, forming a graceful gesture, pinched Fan Lao's blood-blade firmly in place.
"Hmph!"
Fan Lao exerted force, attempting to reclaim his weapon, but failed. Cold light flashed across his face as he erupted with Dou Qi.
His blood-red Dou Qi stabbed toward Xiao Yuan like a forest of crimson blades—but the white-robed woman remained calm. She flicked the blood-blade lightly with her finger, sending a powerful force surging through the blade and bursting in Fan Lao's palm.
"Urgh!"
Fan Lao let out a grunt of pain, his hand bleeding as he released the weapon and retreated a hundred meters, face filled with alarm.
Meanwhile, the blood-red Dou Qi spikes surged toward Xiao Yuan.
"Look out!" Elder Qing cried.
But Xiao Yuan was unfazed. She clenched her previously extended hand, and a chilling black Dou Qi burst forth, instantly freezing the incoming crimson spikes into black-red ice crystals.
With a flick of her hand, the frozen shards shot back toward Fan Lao like a storm of icy needles.
Fan Lao's face darkened. He waved his sleeve, forming a crimson Dou Qi shield that blocked the attack. Still nursing his injured hand, he asked coldly:
"Who are you? Why interfere in the Blood Sect's affairs?"
Xiao Yuan ignored him. Turning slightly, her calm, noble voice echoed:
"Do you know Lü Man?"
Elder Qing blinked. Then, her face lit up with joy. "Senior, you know Elder Lü Man?"
"Then I wasn't mistaken. You're from the Heavenly Snake Mansion," Xiao Yuan nodded, then faced Fan Lao. "She's under my protection now. Do you have a problem with that?"
Fan Lao's face turned frosty.
"In all these years, no one has dared speak to me that way. You're the first."
He vanished in a streak of blood-red light.
Elder Qing tensed, alert—only to see the white-robed figure fade into mist. A moment later, two surging energies clashed in the sky: Xiao Yuan's icy light versus Fan Lao's bloody radiance.
"So fast!" Elder Qing gasped, stunned.
Now she realized Fan Lao had been holding back before—he'd never shown such speed.
Far away, sensing the familiar Dou Qi waves, Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows.
It seemed his brother had engaged Fan Lao. Time to move.
Boom!
After another fierce clash, Fan Lao's expression turned grim. The white-robed woman wasn't just strong—she was stronger than him. Her Dou Qi was pure, her techniques refined, and her physical strength formidable.
If this dragged on, he'd likely be seriously injured.
Better to retreat. He'd already secured the Yin-Yang Mystic Dragon Pill.
Determined, Fan Lao retreated with the momentum from their clash. "Since you insist on protecting her, I'll give you face. We'll leave it at that. Blood Sect, withdraw!"
Xiao Yuan said nothing, but then Elder Qing's voice echoed in her mind:
"Senior, that man stole my mansion's treasure. Can you retrieve it?"
Xiao Yuan's brows twitched.
How amusing—she wanted help, but didn't dare admit it was a Grade Seven pill, afraid Xiao Yuan might covet it.
This only made Xiao Yuan less inclined to help.
Rolling her eyes, she responded by launching several ice spears at Fan Lao.
"Didn't you act tough earlier? Now you want to run?"
Her cool voice rang out as she shot forward, conjuring a black ice spear aimed straight for Fan Lao's heart.
She made no mention of retrieving the Heavenly Snake treasure.
After all, the pill was already as good as theirs. No need to make it about that. The man's son was about to die anyway—no need to rub it in.
Fan Lao scowled. This woman was troublesome and unreasonable.
If she weren't so strong, he'd have already dragged her back to his sect and tamed her.
Elder Qing, having calmed down, realized she had spoken out of turn. In a place like the Black-Corner Region, someone willing to rescue her was already a miracle. How dare she demand more?
Xiao Yuan's ice spear forced Fan Lao on the defensive. He summoned his blood blade to block.
Below, the Blood Sect disciples looked up, watching their leader get chased around by a woman. He wasn't helpless, but he clearly wasn't winning.
This disturbance might attract other powerful onlookers. If so, things could get messy.
Xiao Yuan had no intention of killing Fan Lao—doing so would drain her power and put her at risk in this chaotic region.
Fan Lao, likewise, had no desire to continue. He was looking for an opening to escape.
Yet Xiao Yuan had one more trick to play.
After another exchange, she swiftly formed seals, casting her Mystic Ice Dragon Soar.
Five giant ice dragons roared into existence, revealing her true strength: equivalent to a five-star Dou Huang!
With Yao Lao's power augmenting her, Xiao Yuan now rivaled Hai Bodong at his prime.
The dragons barreled toward Fan Lao.
His expression darkened. After sensing Xiao Yuan's still-brimming aura, he trembled slightly.
Cursing inwardly, Fan Lao performed a secret technique—Blood Transformation!
Blood mist swirled around him before being absorbed into his body. His eyes turned crimson, claws extended, and wings morphed into a terrifying hybrid of bird and bat.
Though his aura hadn't grown dramatically, his speed and Dou Qi control improved significantly.
A massive blood-red spear formed in his hand, brimming with lethal energy. He hovered, gathering more blood-colored Dou Qi into the weapon.
But Xiao Yuan's dragons reached him first. Their icy breath began to freeze the pillar of light he floated within.
"You think a mere Earth-rank technique is enough?"
Xiao Yuan chuckled coldly. Earth-rank Dou Techniques required tremendous energy. Without channeling from the environment, their cost was staggering.
Fan Lao's grand display, while flashy, was a gamble—and she wasn't going to let it succeed.
With more seals, her ice dragons' breath began to solidify the entire pillar of blood light. Before long, Fan Lao was encased in a massive block of ice.
Still, he completed his technique—though his aura weakened.
Within the ice, his spear quivered with immense force, enough to warp space.
With a twisted grin, he launched the spear.
"Great Blood Devourer!"
The ice cracked, a shockwave of freezing energy clashing with sinister Dou Qi. Even outside the ice, Elder Qing shivered.
Yet as Xiao Yuan had anticipated, the attack couldn't pierce the ice.
Fractures formed, but were instantly healed by waves of cold. Fan Lao, trapped inside, was nearing his limit.
She only needed to maintain the barrier.
He, however, was slowly suffocating.
"Five-Dragon Burial!"
Xiao Yuan's voice echoed as the five ice dragons spiraled into the prison, coiling around Fan Lao.
The ice constricted. His protective blood membrane began to warp and stretch.
For the first time, true fear flashed across Fan Lao's face.
(END CHAPTER)
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