"It seems you've run out of tricks, Abyss Holy Lord." The indifferent tone gave off an extremely cold and detached feeling.
The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda returned once more to Ning Rongrong's left hand—the one not holding a weapon.
"Next, I'm going to finish you off. If you don't want to die, then get lost back into the Abyss passage yourself."
"Finish me off? Make me crawl back into the Abyss passage?" A "well" mark of fury twisted between the Abyss Holy Lord's brows. His chest heaved continuously as he laughed in extreme anger.
"Human, who gave you the courage to say you can kill me?"
"I don't know why you possess such strength, but a first-level god is not to be provoked."
"Go to hell!"
The Abyss Holy Lord erupted with a powerful aura. The Sea God's Trident in his hand once again transformed into the Heavenly Saint Splitting Abyss Halberd.
This time, the Abyss Holy Lord had learned his lesson. He did not engage head-on. Relying on the speed he could currently unleash—at the peak of a second-level god—he appeared behind Ning Rongrong in a flash faster than thunder could cover one's ears.
"Die!"
The aura of the Abyss carried wails as though from the ninth underworld. Accompanied by black flames, the weapon chopped down viciously.
"Clang—"
The shockwave exploded outward once more, with the Abyss Holy Lord's weapon at its core. Terrifying energy spread all the way to the outskirts of the Far North.
The blood surging up his throat was forcibly swallowed back down by the Abyss Holy Lord.
Suddenly, the Abyss Holy Lord's eyes widened. His pupil-less white eyes were filled with utter disbelief.
"No… this is impossible!"
The Abyss Holy Lord and Ning Rongrong remained locked in a stalemate, yet the difference in level was clear at a glance.
The Abyss Holy Lord's entire body trembled slightly. Even the hand gripping the Heavenly Saint Splitting Abyss Halberd unconsciously broke out in sweat.
"T-Two… just two fingers caught my full-powered strike."
"You… are you even human or a ghost?"
Even if she had blocked the attack with the sword in her right hand, the Abyss Holy Lord would not have been this shocked.
Yet this native—this monster called Ning Rongrong—had caught the blade of the Heavenly Saint Splitting Abyss Halberd with just her index and middle fingers.
Although it was not his true super-divine artifact trump card, it still possessed the piercing effect.
And she had stopped it so easily?
How terrifyingly tough must her body be!
Did that mean this pink-haired girl's body was even more durable than the sword in her hand?
Was this even scientific?
"It's over."
Ning Rongrong's calm voice slowly rang out. Her sharp mental power locked onto the Abyss Holy Lord.
At such close range, feeling Ning Rongrong's mental power, the Abyss Holy Lord once again revealed an expression of incredulity.
"Mental power comparable to a first-level god—you…"
Before the Abyss Holy Lord could finish speaking, Ning Rongrong's voice continued.
But this time, it wasn't just the Abyss Holy Lord's body that felt restrained—even his soul seemed to be completely immobilized.
"This is the first time I've used this move in such a way."
"Perhaps… mm… you should start preparing your funeral affairs."
The Glazed Holy Sword emitted a blinding light. The sky suddenly began to snow heavily with large, feather-like flakes.
Even though the Far North had been eroded by the Abyss, it was still extremely cold.
Not to mention that now, under the release of Ning Rongrong's power, this chill seemed intent on freezing both the Abyss Holy Lord's soul and body solid.
A streak of white light flashed past.
The extreme cold surged outward in all directions like galloping wild horses.
The sky seemed to crack open.
Frost rapidly condensed on the surface of the Far North, spreading outward at a visible speed.
The Abyss Holy Lord's body was completely swallowed by the light. Not even a single wail escaped him.
"Sword Technique—One Sword of Frost Across Nineteen Provinces."
In that instant, the sky froze.
The large snowflakes halted in midair, suspended in their original positions.
Ice sculptures formed from Abyss creatures stood silently in the sky or on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the entire Far North was covered in ice and snow.
"So… so terrifying."
Far away, within the range of Tian Shui City.
Rows of Title Douluo couldn't help but swallow hard.
Each of them held telescope-like soul tools they had obtained from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Through remote adjustment and observation, they witnessed the scene of Ning Rongrong battling the Abyss Holy Lord.
The Abyss Holy Lord's strength was absolutely above that of a Limit Douluo.
Even from such a great distance, the Abyss aura from their clashes would occasionally surge over.
From time to time, Title Douluo had to step forward to block it, preventing the city from being affected.
But no matter how intense the battle had been, nothing could compare to the sheer shock of this moment.
"Just one sword."
Yes, just one sword.
The Abyss Holy Lord's body began to freeze. Everything seemed to lose vitality.
Even the countless Abyss creatures on the ground, like swarms of locusts, had turned into dense ice sculptures under the might of this single sword.
What was most terrifying was that the Far North—whose temperature had slightly risen due to the Abyss aura—was now once again blanketed in pure white snow, as though crafted by the heavens themselves.
Moreover, the time and space of the entire Far North seemed to have been completely frozen.
The snowflakes suspended in the sky, refusing to fall, were the most powerful evidence.
"Ning… Sect Master Ning, your daughter's strength truly leaves others in the dust!"
Qian Daoliu's hand trembled slightly as he gripped the telescope. He moved it away from his eyes and looked toward Ning Fengzhi not far away, his expression extremely complicated.
"Where, where—Senior Qian Daoliu flatters her. Rongrong still has much to learn."
The corners of Ning Fengzhi's mouth had practically reached his forehead.
"She even told me earlier that her strength was too weak—that if she accidentally fought a god-king, she wasn't sure she could win."
Qian Daoliu: "…"
Everyone else: "…"
Damn it—this shameless Ning Fengzhi is straight-up living off his daughter's soft rice.
Climbing from Rank 79 to Rank 98.
How enviable.
Ignoring Ning Fengzhi's Versailles bragging, everyone's gazes once again returned to the telescopes. After all, this was a battle between gods—learning even half a move or technique might allow them to advance further.
Ning Fengzhi himself was also feeling extremely stirred.
Truthfully, he had no idea his daughter's strength had reached such an astonishing level.
With this kind of power, there was naturally no need to fear Spirit Hall anymore.
Even if he tied up that cunning disciple Qian Renxue and threw her into a secret chamber for Ning Rongrong,
Qian Daoliu probably wouldn't dare lose his temper with him.
Ahem…
Just an example. After all, secret chambers and such…
That's Spirit Hall's "fine tradition." The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect doesn't have anything like that.
…
In the battlefield area.
The Abyss Holy Lord had completely vanished.
The frozen time and space gradually began to recover. Without the Abyss Holy Lord controlling it, the Heavenly Saint Splitting Abyss Halberd reverted to its original form as the Sea God's Trident and fell straight to the ground.
"Not bad. It can barely unleash the power of a first-level god."
Ning Rongrong gave a sigh of admiration as she looked at the divine craftsmanship she had wrought. If not for the deep foundation of the Far North, she might not have been able to fully transform the skill using ice-attribute power.
Time, space—extreme freezing.
"Abyss Holy Lord, you have been checkmated." Ning Rongrong slowly descended to the ground, picked up the fallen Sea God's Trident, and then flew toward the rift in Wind and Snow Valley.
That previous strike had swept away all the Abyss creatures in the entire Far North.
Next, she just needed to reseal the Abyss passage below, and it should be fine.
"As long as I'm careful and don't run into the Mother of Crimson near the passage."
"Then the advantage is mine."
(End of chapter)