The Great Ruler: The Ice Emperor Descends, Freezing the World!

Chapter 145 The Wood God Temple Ruins End! An intimate hug! A resentful gaze!

As the last scream faded from Aoki Square, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

The squid lay on the ground, weak and listless, without even the strength to get up.

Liu Xiong and Qin Feng both fainted, their bodies charred black, looking utterly disheveled.

The bodies of Wang Zhong and Xue Tiandu lay quietly on the cold ground, their blood congealed and blending into the bluestone.

The remains of the three Wood God Guardians were scattered all over the ground, and the golden halberd light left by the Ice Sky Dawn Halberd still lingered on the broken pieces of wood.

Those teams that were previously itching to move were now deathly pale and silent.

Some people subconsciously took a step back, their weapons hanging limply in their hands.

Some people simply withdrew their spiritual power, turned around and left, not daring to look back.

Even worse, some people's legs went weak, and they collapsed to the ground, not even having the courage to run away.

All eyes were on the white-haired boy.

Bing Tianxiao stood with his hands behind his back, his battle halberd slung diagonally over his shoulder, his deep eyes sweeping across the entire scene.

Wherever his gaze fell, no one dared to meet his eyes; they all lowered their heads.

"Does anyone else want a near-divine weapon?"

Bing Tianxiao spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it resonated clearly in everyone's ears.

No one answered.

No one dared to answer.

All three quasi-divine artifacts were acquired by Bing Tianxiao, Luo Li, and Wen Qingxuan.

Logically speaking, among the dozens of teams and hundreds of participants present, no one would willingly watch such a valuable treasure be monopolized by someone else.

But at this moment, not a single person dared to utter a word of dissent.

Because they all saw it—the three Wood God Guards, whose divine souls were of a high level, were all chopped up by Bing Tianxiao with a single halberd strike, as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

Wang Zhong, a powerful cultivator with a formidable spirit, couldn't even withstand a single blow before being pierced through the chest by a battle halberd and was beyond dead.

This level of strength is beyond their ability to contend with.

On this battlefield, strength is the rule. And Bing Tianxiao is the one who sets the rules.

Wu Yingying, carrying her crescent-shaped blade, stood at a distance watching this scene, a complex expression flashing in her beautiful eyes.

She had known for a long time that Bing Tianxiao was strong, but she never expected him to be this strong.

The Wood God Guardian, whose divine soul level was difficult to surpass, was like paper in front of him.

Even the mighty Wang Zhong couldn't withstand a single move from him.

"This monster..."

Wu Yingying muttered to herself, then turned and left with the people from the Martial Spirit Academy.

She knew very well that there was no point in staying here any longer.

Those three quasi-divine artifacts were destined to be out of her reach.

The people from the Four Seas Spiritual Academy also chose to leave.

They weren't particularly obsessed with the divine artifact.

They were even less willing to provoke someone of Bing Tianxiao's caliber for a few artifacts.

With the Martial Spirit Academy and the Four Seas Spirit Academy taking the lead, the other teams also dispersed.

Nobody wants to stay and die.

In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the once bustling Aoki Square was reduced to only Bing Tianxiao and his group, along with the corpses lying scattered on the ground.

Wen Qingxuan played with the emerald green, dragon-like wooden vine in her hand, her beautiful face full of smiles.

"This vine is quite nice."

She looked at Bing Tianxiao and smiled, "Thanks to you this time, otherwise we wouldn't even have been able to get into this ruin."

Bing Tianxiao smiled faintly and casually put the Xuan Turtle Seal into his Qiankun Bag.

"It's simply a matter of each getting what they need."

Luo Li carefully put away the jade ruler, walked to Bing Tianxiao's side, and his figure was reflected in her clear, glassy eyes.

"What do we do next?"

Bing Tianxiao glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the now empty hall, and said calmly, "There's nothing left to cherish in the ruins of the Wood God Temple. We've taken what we needed, and killed what we needed to kill. Let's go, let's get out."

The three, each with their own groups, left the ancient ruins.

When the sunlight fell on him again, Bing Tianxiao squinted slightly.

The sky outside the ruins remained the same azure blue. Lazy white clouds drifted by, and a gentle breeze caressed the face, creating a stark contrast to the bloody carnage within the ruins.

"Finally out."

Wen Qingxuan stretched, her graceful figure outlining breathtaking curves in the sunlight.

She turned around and looked at Bing Tianxiao, a complex expression flashing in her bright eyes.

"Bing Tianxiao, thank you so much this time."

Bing Tianxiao shook his head: "You're welcome."

Wen Qingxuan bit her red lips, seemingly wanting to say something, but hesitated.

A moment later, she suddenly stepped forward, opened her arms, and hugged Bing Tianxiao tightly.

That hug was tight and forceful, as if it wanted to etch the person into its very bones.

Bing Tianxiao was slightly taken aback, and his body stiffened.

Wen Qingxuan buried her face in his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, her pretty face slightly flushed.

"Bing Tianxiao, you need to get stronger, or I'll beat you."

Her voice was so soft that only Bing Tianxiao could hear it.

Bing Tianxiao was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and gently patted her back.

"Yes."

Wen Qingxuan released him and took a step back.

Her signature queen-like smile reappeared on her stunning face.

"Let's go!"

With a wave of her hand, she led the Wanhuang Spirit Academy team away without looking back.

That silhouette was both dashing and resolute.

Luo Li stood beside Bing Tianxiao, watching Wen Qingxuan's departing figure, a hint of resentment flashing in her glassy eyes.

The resentment was very faint, so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

But Bing Tianxiao still noticed.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Luo Li shook her head, looked away, and said calmly, "It's nothing. We should go now."

Bing Tianxiao glanced at her, asked no further questions, and led Luo Li and the team away in another direction.

The two teams gradually drifted apart, disappearing from each other's sight.

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Time flows like water, passing by silently.

Since the battle at the Wood God Temple Ruins, the landscape of the Spirit Academy Tournament has undergone a dramatic change.

Bing Tianxiao's feat of single-handedly slaying a powerful expert from the Divine Soul Realm and destroying three Wood God Guardians spread like wildfire throughout the entire arena.

For a time, Bing Tianxiao's name became the most frequently mentioned word among all the contestants.

Some say he's a monster, some say he's a prodigy, and some say he's the biggest dark horse of this year's Spirit Academy Tournament.

But no matter what, everyone reached a consensus—don't mess with Bing Tianxiao.

That white-haired boy was someone they couldn't afford to mess with.

However, Bing Tianxiao himself suddenly disappeared after this battle.

He did not continue to participate in the subsequent fighting.

Instead, he found a secluded valley and began to cultivate in seclusion.

The challenge of slaying the spirit is the first hurdle he needs to overcome.

Deep in the valley, in a simple stone cave.

Bing Tianxiao sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, surrounded by a faint golden light.

That was the power of the Tyrant Dragon Body at work, every inch of muscle and every bone was absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The spiritual power accumulated within him was already substantial enough; he was only one step away from achieving the Divine Soul Difficulty.

But this step requires sufficient time and experience.

It can't be rushed.

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