With a flick of Fu Ye's hand, a nine-colored jade box materialized beside him. A slit opened in the box, and an ice-blue sword shot out like a bolt of frost!
"Pfft!"
The sword pierced straight through Hu Meng's chest. His eyes widened in disbelief—unable to fathom that this young man possessed such terrifying power, let alone the audacity to kill him in broad daylight!
Even with his chest impaled, Hu Meng's Soul Douluo-level strength kept him clinging to life. But what awaited him was far worse: witnessing the annihilation of his sect before his very eyes.
"Shh!"
The ice-blue sword returned to Fu Ye's grasp in an instant. Behind him, the teachers of Tianshui Academy—including Han Ruyan—stood frozen in shock.
"If you kill me... you will—" Hu Meng's voice was barely a whisper, his strength fading.
Fu Ye shook his head coldly. "I won't lift a finger. But you and your family will reunite in hell."
At that moment, nine blood-red soul rings, deep as the abyss, appeared behind Fu Ye.
The two Black Tiger Sect elders, Han Ruyan, and every disciple present found themselves paralyzed under the crushing pressure.
"First Soul Skill, Second Form—Sigh of the Ice God: Ice Sky Hundred Flowers Burial!"
Fu Ye's murmur triggered an apocalyptic spectacle. Enormous ice flowers, each the size of a child, cascaded from the sky—not just here, but above the Black Tiger Sect's stronghold as well.
Upon contact, the flowers spread with terrifying speed, encasing everything in their glacial embrace. Within moments, Hu Meng and his companions were entombed in a garden of frozen death.
Far to the east, the Black Tiger Sect met the same fate. Its disciples stood motionless, lifeless as ice sculptures.
"Before you die, I'll let you see your sect's end. Consider it my mercy."
Fu Ye conjured an ice mirror, displaying the Black Tiger Sect's ruins—its disciples, including Hu Meng, frozen in grotesque poses. By now, Hu Meng's body was fully encased; even if he could speak, the ice sealed his fate.
"When these flowers shatter, your legacy ends. Since you enjoyed bullying the weak, don't blame me for exterminating your bloodline."
A black-armored figure—an Extreme Douluo puppet—appeared before Fu Ye.
"Leave no one from the Black Tiger Sect alive."
"As you command, Master."
The puppet vanished instantly. Navigation? Irrelevant. Its only directive was annihilation.
"Crack."
The ice flowers shattered. The three Soul Douluos disintegrated into dust, erased from existence.
At the Black Tiger Sect, the entire stronghold vanished in an instant. Those who had fled earlier were hunted down and slaughtered by the black-armored puppets.
"Ah... so tired. Can't even nap in peace these days."
Yawning, Fu Ye waved a hand dismissively. "Well, that's settled. Time for a proper sleep."
In a blink, he disappeared. The nine-colored jade box beside Shui Bing'er dissolved into light, vanishing without a trace.
Silence gripped the scene until Shui Yue'er finally broke it.
"Sister... Brother Fu Ye was so cool!"
"Mhm."
"Big Sis, Yue'er—he's mine! Don't even think about stealing him!"
…
Afternoon, Tiandou Imperial City – Moon Pavilion
"Brother, Moon Pavilion is so boring! Can't you talk to Father for me?"
A petite girl in lavish robes flopped onto a divan, pouting at the tall, handsome youth before her.
"Patience, Xue Ke. Father hasn't forgotten you. After all, he sent me here, didn't he?"
The two were none other than Xue Qinghe and Xue Ke, dispatched by Emperor Xue Ye.
Of course, Xue Qinghe was actually Qian Renxue.
Her motives were simple: her sister had sacrificed much for her cultivation. Now, she'd gift her the entire Tiandou Empire in return.
Yet, she felt a pang of guilt. Tang Yuehua knew her well—she'd often visited Moon Pavilion as a child. Now, she returned under a different guise.
…
At Moon Pavilion's gates, Fu Ye strolled in leisurely. The place remained as serene as he remembered from over a decade ago.
A gilded badge hung at his waist—a Douluo Continent Teacher's Certification, given by Yuehua before his departure.
He passed students with ease, their unfamiliar faces stirring no emotion. But upon reaching the innermost classroom, he froze.
[Name: Qian Renxue]
[Age: 19]
[Martial Soul: Seraphim]
[Soul Power: Level 95
Divine Trial: Angel God's Fifth Test]
"??????"
'Hold up—you're a freaking Super Douluo and still cosplaying?!'
He'd left her a Candle Sun Immortal Grass to prioritize cultivation, yet here she was, role-playing as royalty.
Still, she'd reached Level 95 by nineteen and advanced in her divine trial. At least she hadn't slacked off.
"Wow! Brother Qinghe, this handsome guy's even better-looking than you!"
Xue Ke's eyes sparkled as she ogled Fu Ye. Xue Qinghe's gaze snapped to the door.
"Hehe, cute kid. But next time, call me mentor."
Fu Ye stepped inside. His system updated:
[Name: Xue Ke]
[Age: 10]
[Martial Soul: Heavenly Swan]
[Soul Power: Level 15]
"Huh? You're a teacher here?"
Xue Ke blinked in disbelief. Qian Renxue's interest also piqued—she'd researched Moon Pavilion thoroughly but never heard of such a young instructor.
"Indeed. I had to leave for urgent matters, but I'm back now."
…
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