Chapter 909: Ice Soul Emperor
Inside the ice palace pavilion, the stench of blood and the aura of resentment mingled and permeated the air.
Mei Ling slumped onto the cold ground, her hands tightly gripping the divine pearl, her knuckles turning white from the force.
She's still in such a miserable state.
But on her face was a crazy smile.
"Ha ha ha ha......."
Laughter squeezed out from between her broken teeth, hoarse, leaky, and extremely unpleasant to hear.
Yet it was filled with ecstasy.
"Leng Ning...you're all dead!!"
She screamed at the empty room, her voice sharp and piercing, filled with the satisfaction of revenge.
"You think breaking my teeth is the end of it?"
"Do you think I'm someone you can bully at will? Just wait! Just wait for Crown Prince Xuanqing to come and slaughter you!"
She suddenly stood up, staggered to the bronze mirror, and looked at her bloodied and mangled face reflected in it.
"I am the Fifth Prince's Consort! He dotes on me the most! He cares most about his reputation!"
Mei Ling spat out a mixture of spittle and blood, shouting, "If you dare touch his woman, you're slapping him in the face!"
"You've slapped the Black Sea Dragon Palace in the face! How could he possibly let you off so easily!"
She could almost see that pretty boy being crushed into dust by the Dragon's might without a crown prince.
She saw Leng Ning kneeling before her, begging for mercy!
"When that time comes, I'll make sure everyone on the entire Arctic Island is watching!"
A crazed light flashed in Mei Ling's eyes: "I will let them know just how terrifying my Daoist partner is!"
"I'll make that bitch Leng Ning know that she'll never be as good as me!"
The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, and she let out that broken bellows-like laughter again: "Keep being smug! Keep being arrogant! Today is your death day!!"
"When the Fifth Prince arrives, I will personally rip out your tongues! I will shatter your bones! I will make you wish you were dead!"
She's like a madwoman.
At this moment, she was simply immersed in the fantasy of the impending "victory".
Looking at his ugly reflection in the mirror, he let out hysterical laughter.
"Hahahaha, you're all dead! You're all dead!!"
The venomous curse, carried by the cold wind, drifted out of the attic and into the depths of the ice palace.
Meanwhile, Leng Ning had already taken Jiang Yantian to her master's place.
The main hall of the Ice Palace.
Upon arrival, Jiang Yantian looked at the ice palace and thought of a place.
Harbin!
Ice Sculpture Festival!
The palace gates were carved from black ice, emanating a chilling aura.
The hall was spacious and solemn, with ice crystal bricks paving the floor and ice sculptures of the Lord of the Frigid Island hanging on the walls.
That is Leng Ning's old master.
And he's pretty narcissistic.
However, the carving is indeed excellent, lifelike and imposing.
In the very center of the palace, on the ice jade throne, sat an old man with white hair, sitting cross-legged.
He was dressed in an ice-blue Taoist robe, his face was gaunt, his eyes were closed, and a faint white mist surrounded him.
It blends seamlessly with the entire ice palace.
If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would almost look like an ice sculpture.
This person is none other than the master of Extreme Cold Island, Leng Ning's master, the Ice Soul Emperor.
A powerful being who has lived from ancient times to the present.
Unfortunately, he never grasped that step, nor did he take that step.
Otherwise, he would have been among the world's elite long ago, becoming the Ice Soul Dao Ancestor.
"Master."
Leng Ning walked into the hall and respectfully bowed to the old man on the throne.
The old man slowly opened his eyes; they were cloudy yet deep-set eyes, as if they could see right through people's hearts.
His gaze fell on Leng Ning, and he nodded slightly, his voice aged yet calm: "Ning'er, what exactly happened on this trip!"
His gaze swept over Leng Ning, but he completely failed to notice Jiang Yantian behind her.
Jiang Yantian had completely concealed his aura at this moment, making him difficult to notice.
Just as Leng Ning was about to speak, the old man waved his hand and closed his eyes again.
"Forget it, I don't want to listen. It must all be about Wang Cheng being mocked and ridiculed, then taking action and narrowly winning."
"It's just that he slipped away this time. I've said it before, there are always people more capable than you, but he always says that his fate is in his own hands!"
As he spoke, the Ice Soul Emperor seemed somewhat tired.
"Wang Cheng's soul stone shattered, his body and soul vanished—who did this?"
“I… my husband…” Leng Ning was an honest person and spoke up immediately.
"If that's the case, then... ah?" The Ice Soul Emperor suddenly opened his eyes, "Your husband?" He was extremely shocked.
I simply didn't know what to say.
"I killed him, but he died quickly and without pain. You're welcome!"
Jiang Yantian finally spoke, his voice not loud, but with a peculiar penetrating power.
The chill in the hall seemed to freeze for a moment.
He remained standing in the shadows, his eyes beneath the black robe showing no emotion.
The Ice Soul Emperor's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.
His gaze was originally very sharp.
He killed his disciple and yet he still dares to act so arrogantly here.
But upon closer inspection, it seemed that something was finally realized.
His gaze was fixed intently on Jiang Yantian.
The moment his gaze fell upon Jiang Yantian.
The corners of the mouth twitched.
"!!!"
Those cloudy eyes suddenly widened!
The calm on his face was instantly replaced by extreme shock and horror!
He suddenly stood up from the ice jade throne, his Taoist robe fluttering without wind, and the white mist surrounding him churning violently!
"you you......"
The Ice Soul Emperor's voice trembled with disbelief.
Looking at Jiang Yantian, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence!
Seeing her master's loss of composure, Leng Ning understood.
Jiang Yantian's voice remained indifferent: "I am Ning'er's husband!"
Those few simple words caused the temperature in the entire hall to plummet!
The Ice Soul Emperor's face turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with terror and confusion: "You... how did you get here?"
He finally recognized Jiang Yantian's identity!
That name is like a taboo, a name that strikes fear into the hearts of all!
The Ice Soul Emperor existed since ancient times.
At that time, he was just a newly established Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Jiang Yantian, on the other hand, had already fought a world-destroying war.
The Dao Ancestor, who lived 1,800 years ago, died at his hands.
Such a record is terrifying.
A thousand years later, in the second war that destroyed the world, the Demon Emperor was sealed away and fell into reincarnation.
If others had not seen Jiang Yantian's portrait, they might not know that he was the Undying Demon Emperor.
Even if some ancient books record it, most of them do not have a portrait. Only a small number of loyal followers of the Demon Emperor have portraits to commemorate him.
But he had seen the real person.
The feeling of an ant seeing the blue sky suddenly welled up within me.
I never expected to end up here.
Jiang Yantian did not answer, but only glanced at him indifferently.
That one glance was enough to make the Ice Soul Emperor feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body stiffened, and he dared not move an inch!
The atmosphere instantly froze to an extreme.
No one expected that the "Daoist partner" Leng Ning brought back would be him!
"The Undying... the Undying Demon Emperor!"
Just now he was putting on airs like an emperor, putting on airs with his eyes closed.
He didn't even glance at Jiang Yantian.
Thinking of this, the Ice Soul Emperor's old face turned deathly pale in an instant.
Cold sweat instantly soaked the back of his Taoist robe!
Damn it!
