"Who am I?"
Hai Bodong sneered disdainfully and said, "A fool like you is not worthy of knowing my name."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hai Bodong formed hand seals. The Profound Ice Blade Formation swept out wildly, shredding the blood sea in the sky into countless fragments.
Countless ice blades whistled through the air, surging toward Ye Xishui.
Ye Xishui did not dare to be careless. She channeled her soul power, and under the cover of the endless blood mist, her entire figure suddenly disappeared, narrowly avoiding the Profound Ice Blade Formation's attack.
"Hm?"
Hai Bodong's figure flickered, and a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes. He pointed towards an open space.
Ice Emperor's Finger.
As the finger struck, space shattered, and a wisp of blood light emerged. Ye Xishui's figure was directly forced out.
"Tricks and fancy illusions!"
Hai Bodong's eighth soul ring shone brightly. He raised his right hand and suddenly slashed downward.
Eighth Soul Skill – Ice Emperor's Sword.
A massive ice-blue sword, nearly a hundred meters long, split the space as it descended.
Wherever the giant sword passed, energy froze, and water vapor turned to ice.
It was as if time had stopped the moment the sword fell.
Ye Xishui's expression changed drastically, sensing immense danger.
This attack was even more terrifying than before.
Without hesitation, she activated her Martial Soul True Body and unleashed all her secret techniques in an instant.
Yet, the moment that sword descended, everything was in vain.
Bang! Bang!
Two soul tools shattered in succession. Ye Xishui was sent flying hundreds of meters away. With a gasp, she coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.
Due to the extreme cold invading her body, even the blood she spat out instantly froze into ice.
"Impossible!"
Ye Xishui could not believe it.
How could this man in front of her be so powerful?
It was completely unreasonable.
"You know nothing about true power."
Hai Bodong suddenly appeared in front of Ye Xishui in a ghostly manner and slapped her across the face.
Ye Xishui had no time to react. At the crucial moment, a triggered soul tool released a protective light shield.
But under Hai Bodong's slap, the shield instantly shattered, and the slap landed squarely on Ye Xishui's face.
Half of her face swelled up immediately.
Ye Xishui stumbled backward several steps, momentarily dazed.
She stood there, stunned for a long time, looking at Hai Bodong in disbelief. "You… you dared to hit me?"
"So what if I hit you?"
Hai Bodong sneered and delivered another slap, this time at lightning speed, striking the other side of Ye Xishui's face and sending her flying again.
Two consecutive slaps almost knocked all reason out of Ye Xishui.
She had never suffered such humiliation in her entire life.
She had always held herself in high regard, looking down on everyone else.
Even powerful figures like the Twin Sacred Dragons—she believed she could manipulate them as she pleased.
She was proud.
And for the proud, the worst thing to endure was humiliation.
Hai Bodong's two slaps didn't just sting her face—they shattered her fragile, twisted pride.
"You bastard, I'll kill you!"
Ye Xishui's eyes turned blood-red as she fell into complete madness.
Her entire body surged with blood energy, her aura becoming even more evil and violent.
She locked her gaze onto Hai Bodong and, the next moment, charged at him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions echoed in the sky as icy energy and blood energy clashed violently.
After a brief moment—
A streak of blood shot backward, vomiting blood continuously along the way.
It was Ye Xishui!
In her rage, she had chosen to fight Hai Bodong head-on.
But clearly, she did not have the strength to do so.
The result was her coughing up blood and being sent flying!
"Fool. Your time is up."
Hai Bodong crossed his hands, gathering a blue ice sphere between them.
The power of Ultimate Ice poured into it, making the seemingly ordinary sphere radiate an overwhelming force capable of freezing everything.
"Go."
Hai Bodong hurled the sphere straight at Ye Xishui.
"Roar!"
The space trembled as a dragon's roar echoed.
A black-light descended from the sky, colliding with the ice sphere.
Both spheres exploded upon impact.
Swoosh!
A figure suddenly appeared behind Ye Xishui, catching her mid-air.
It was a tall man, dressed in black, with a handsome face exuding a faint sense of dominance.
His eyes were sharp and wise, carrying an indescribable brilliance.
Ye Xishui coughed up blood again, but when she saw the newcomer, a hint of joy appeared in her blood-red eyes.
"Xiaoyao, you're here!"
Ye Xishui's face lit up with pure happiness.
"Xishui, how could I let you go out alone?"
Long Xiaoyao sighed.
He gently touched the wounds on Ye Xishui's face, his eyes flickering with anger.
"Ice Emperor, to humiliate a woman like this—isn't that going too far?"
Long Xiaoyao looked at Hai Bodong, questioning him coldly.
Ye Xishui was his beloved. Seeing her treated this way, how could he not be furious?
Hai Bodong sneered dismissively. "Are you telling me how to do things?"
Long Xiaoyao's expression darkened, but he forced himself to suppress his anger because he understood Hai Bodong's terrifying power.
He was not like Ye Xishui, who dared to challenge just anyone.
The name Ice God Palace was legendary.
Not to mention, he had personally spoken with Mu En before.
Mu En had described Hai Bodong as the strongest in the entire continent.
This made Long Xiaoyao extremely wary.
"Ice Emperor, let's leave this matter here. No right or wrong—just end it now."
Long Xiaoyao suggested.
Ye Xishui panicked upon hearing this and quickly objected. "Xiaoyao, absolutely not!"
"I must kill him! If you still love me, help me kill him together!"
To Ye Xishui, with both of them—two Ultimate Douluos—present, why should they fear Hai Bodong?
Although she alone was no match for Hai Bodong, with Long Xiaoyao by her side, the odds were different.
Two fists are stronger than one!
Who should be afraid of whom?
Long Xiaoyao: "…"
Hearing Ye Xishui's words, Long Xiaoyao felt speechless.
If Hai Bodong were so easy to kill, would he still be known as the strongest in the continent?
Did she think that title was just for the show?
Long Xiaoyao did not believe that Mu En would speak highly of someone without reason.
Moreover, having faced Hai Bodong before, he knew just how terrifyingly strong he was.
"Xishui, stop being stubborn. Let's go back."
Long Xiaoyao said gently.
"I refuse!"
Ye Xishui forcefully pushed Long Xiaoyao away and shouted angrily, "This man has humiliated me like this, yet you won't even avenge me? And you still dare to say you love me?"
"You don't deserve to hold me!"
Long Xiaoyao felt a sharp pain in his heart and was momentarily speechless.
Hai Bodong watched with amusement. What kind of fool was this? How could someone be this ridiculous?
Feeling a bit impatient, he flicked his sleeve and urged, "Stop bickering. You two can come at me together."
"Ice Emperor, could you give this old man some face? This matter—"
Before Long Xiaoyao could finish his sentence, Ye Xishui had already charged forward.
And this time, she was even more reckless than before.
Long Xiaoyao's mouth twitched, but fearing for Ye Xishui's safety, he had no choice but to follow.
Hai Bodong burst into laughter and waved his hand, instantly expanding his attack range to encompass both of them.
Long Xiaoyao, who originally didn't want to fight, was now forced into action.
A sea of blood surged, a black dragon rampaged, and ice froze over.
Three Ultimate Douluo engaged in a battle of the ages in midair.
The deafening explosions echoed for hundreds of miles, and the terrifying energy fluctuations made countless powerful cultivators tremble in fear.
Many experts from various factions crouched low, watching the battle in the sky with shock.
Compared to the three overwhelming auras in the heavens, they seemed utterly insignificant.
The sheer destructive power, as if it were a natural disaster, left them all speechless.
This was beyond a Titled Douluo. Even a Titled Douluo was nothing more than an ant that could be crushed in an instant in comparison.
The strength of these three was likely beyond human comprehension.
If they so desired, a single one of them could suppress an entire nation, deciding the rise and fall of its destiny.
They were simply too powerful—so powerful it was terrifying.
"Is this all the strength you have? Not enough, still not enough!"
Hai Bodong fought with grand, sweeping attacks, taking on both opponents at once, forcing Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui into a miserable struggle.
Ye Xishui's so-called soul tools were completely ineffective against Hai Bodong.
As soon as they came within three meters of him, they were forcefully frozen, losing all power.
Long Xiaoyao saw this clearly and understood—Hai Bodong had already comprehended the true essence of the Ultimate Martial Soul.
With his near-perfect mastery of Ultimate Ice as a defense, it was extremely difficult for Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui to inflict significant damage on him.
On the contrary, Hai Bodong's Ultimate Ice soul power was highly troublesome—even Long Xiaoyao was struggling to withstand it.
"Long Xiaoyao, my young master appreciates your strength, but I didn't expect this to be all you have. What a disappointment."
Hai Bodong showed no mercy, increasing the pressure on Long Xiaoyao.
In terms of strength, Long Xiaoyao was much more formidable than Ye Xishui.
Ye Xishui, with the help of soul tools, could fight at a demigod level.
But Long Xiaoyao's actual cultivation realm was already at the demigod level—and he was a veteran demigod at that.
Strangely enough, among Long Xiaoyao, Ye Xishui, and Mu En, in the early days, Long Xiaoyao and Mu En were the strongest, with Mu En holding a slight edge.
In the mid-stages, after receiving a transmission of power, Ye Xishui surpassed both of them, easily overwhelming them in battle.
But by the later stages, Mu En was crippled, Ye Xishui remained strong, yet Long Xiaoyao had made an astonishing leap, becoming the one who walked the farthest on the path of Ultimate strength.
In the original story, apart from Di Tian and the Evil Emperor, no one on the entire continent could defeat Long Xiaoyao in a one-on-one battle.
A veteran demigod's strength spoke for itself—even Ye Xishui was inferior to him.
Figures like Kong Deming weren't even worth mentioning.
But right now, Long Xiaoyao was facing Hai Bodong.
Even in a two-against-one fight, Hai Bodong still held an absolute advantage.
Long Xiaoyao, having to shield Ye Xishui from attacks, ended up bearing the brunt of Hai Bodong's assaults, making him incredibly frustrated.
"Roar!"
The deep darkness swallowed everything.
Forced into a corner, Long Xiaoyao had no choice but to reveal his true strength.
Reality no longer allowed him to stay low-key.
PS: Women... plus simp.