Chapter 310: Forceful Suppression? Snow Emperor's Choice?
The next second, the already vast soul power pressure on Tang Hao surged again. The air seemed to freeze, and the heavy pressure made Niu Gao and Bai He involuntarily take half a step back.
Tang Hao stepped forward. His towering figure radiated an unparalleled sense of oppression. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared directly at Yang Wudi, his voice cold and filled with undeniable authority:
"Yang Wudi! Please be mindful of your status!"
"Your Po Clan was once merely an affiliated clan of my Clear Sky Sect, surviving and growing strong only by relying on the sect's protection! The sect bestowed upon you its inheritance and shielded your development—this is an act of kindness!"
"The sect had its own difficulties and considerations when it closed its gates back then. Sacrifices were inevitable! You only see the losses of your Po Clan, but have you ever considered the immense pressure and sacrifices the sect itself endured? My father, the former sect leader of the Clear Sky Sect, was a hero in his own right, yet he too died in despair! My wife was forced into sacrifice, and I was hunted down across the entire continent—weren't those sacrifices too?!"
He pointed at Yang Wudi, his tone carrying a condescending accusation.
"Now, I have come in person on behalf of the sect, setting aside past grievances, to give you a chance to return to the sect, share in the glory, and avenge your grievances! Instead of showing gratitude and remembrance, you spout nonsense, even daring to suggest joining Spirit Hall?! You are utterly ignorant and ungrateful!"
The moment his words fell, Tang Hao's soul power surged violently!
"Boom!"
A visible shockwave of soul power spread outwards from him.
This energy ripple didn't harm anyone, but it carried unparalleled domineering power, slamming into Yang Wudi's Soul-Breaking Spear, which was still pointing at him!
"Clang—!"
Yang Wudi felt an overwhelming force, utterly irresistible, emanating from the spear. His hand trembled violently, his entire arm went numb, and the Soul-Breaking Spear, connected to his mind, was flung from his grasp by this pure force.
Then, with a "thud,"
it embedded itself deeply into the wall of the hall, its butt still trembling!
Yang Wudi himself was pushed back several steps by the force of the impact before being supported by Bai He behind him. His face was deathly pale, filled with shock and anger!
Tang Hao didn't even glance at the Soul-Breaking Spear nailed to the wall. He coldly looked down at the disheveled Yang Wudi and said in a cold voice,
"Yang Wudi, I'll give you a few days to think it over carefully."
"If you are sensible and willing to return to the Clear Sky Sect, I can, on behalf of the sect, wipe the slate clean. The Broken Clan will remain the Clear Sky Sect's sharpest spear."
"If you remain stubborn..."
"Then if you want to join Spirit Hall, go ahead. However, the price will be that you, and your ungrateful Broken Clan, will cease to exist."
"After all, I have an irreconcilable hatred for Spirit Hall. Anyone who dares to join Spirit Hall is my mortal enemy! I, Tang Hao, mean what I say!"
Having said that, he no longer looked at the pale-faced, trembling Yang Wudi, nor at the complex expressions of Niu Gao and Bai He. He simply nodded slightly to Titan.
Then he turned around and walked heavily out of the hall.
Meanwhile, in the far north.
Tianmeng Ice Silkworm's explanation of the Wisdom Soul Ring and the shared immortality of godhood briefly shook the hearts of the Ice Emperor and Snow Emperor, offering them unprecedented possibilities.
However, their pride as rulers of the far north and their deep-seated distrust of humanity prevented them from making such a radical decision immediately.
The Snow Emperor remained silent, her icy blue eyes slowly shifting, seemingly weighing the pros and cons, yet also resisting this near-submission proposal. The Ice Emperor, though her resolve wavered even more, gritted her teeth, unwilling to easily yield.
Seeing that neither pressure nor persuasion seemed to subdue these two rulers of the far north, the dragon-transformed giant — imbued with Tang Chuan's own will and a trace of the residual power of Emperor Tian — sneered:
"Hmph."
"It seems that kind words are ultimately useless."
The next second, the dragon-transformed giant slowly raised its enormous claw, covered in black dragon scales and flowing with dark golden light, and pointed it at the Snow Emperor and Ice Emperor.
"Since you remain unmoved by immortality, still clinging to the illusory throne of this far north and your doomed fate... then I have no choice but to turn you into soul rings."
"However, at that time, you will utterly lose your intelligence, leaving only primal energy and fragments of your remnants, becoming an unknowing and unconscious part of my power."
As the words fell, the black dragon claw tightened slightly, the surrounding black light intensifying, repelling all ice and snow elements, bringing an even deeper oppression.
"On one side, you will follow me, retain your consciousness and intelligence, ascend to godhood together, and enjoy eternity."
"On the other side, you will be transformed into unknowing soul rings, or completely annihilated, your hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation vanishing, becoming part of this ice and snow, leaving no trace."
"What's more important, what should we do... Snow Empress, Ice Empress, have you thought it through?"
The dragon claw, raised at the end, didn't retract. Instead, it carried an even more terrifying aura and power, slowly pressing down on the Snow Empress and Ice Empress once more!
The vast, abyss-like pressure, like tangible shackles, instantly enveloped the Snow Empress and Ice Empress!
Even as emperors of the far north, they were utterly powerless against this terrifying being, which had fused with a portion of the Emperor's power, the power of the exploding rings, and the spiritual essence of millions of years.
"Damn it, I'll fight you to the death!"
The Ice Empress let out a muffled groan of unwillingness, desperately resisting.
Faced with the absolute suppression of power and the clear choice between life and death, the Snow Empress's last trace of hesitation and struggle in her icy blue eyes was finally replaced by a cold rationality.
She slowly raised her hand, not to retaliate, but to signal the Ice Empress to calm down.
The ethereal voice rang out again, but this time it lacked the absolute indifference of before, replaced by a resigned calm.
"You mean... I seem to have no other choice."
Hearing this, Tang Chuan's dragon claw stopped in mid-air, and he replied in a low voice,
"What do you think?"
"Now, I'm not discussing this with you anymore."
At this moment, the atmosphere had reached its peak, and a suppression that might result in mutual destruction, or at least severely damage the vitality of the Far North, was about to erupt.
"Bingbing! Xuedi! Please believe me this once more!"
Tianmeng Ice Silkworm's anxious voice rang out again, full of pleading. He could naturally see the hesitation of the Ice Emperor and the Snow Emperor, and said in a deep voice,
"By the Ice God, I, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, swear in the name of ice."
"If I deceive the Ice Emperor and the Snow Emperor, and fail to help them become intelligent soul rings after they release their spiritual essence, may everything belonging to ice be taken away by you."
This oath might not seem like much to humans.
But the Ice Emperor and the Snow Emperor did not think so.
In the Far North, this was the heaviest oath a soul beast could utter.
Time seemed to stretch out, each second feeling like an eternity.
The Snow Empress slowly raised her head, her icy blue eyes reflecting the shadow of a black dragon, the swirling snow, and the far north she had ruled for hundreds of thousands of years.
Pride, resentment, caution, a yearning for eternity, a fear of death… countless emotions intertwined and collided in her eyes like an icy storm.
Finally, all the turmoil subsided into a bottomless, icy silence.
She seemed to see the narrow path that appeared to be submission, but might actually lead to immortality; she also saw the slowly closing gate before her, representing utter annihilation and death.
Faced with this absolute power and the clear choice between life and death,
she, as the ruler of the far north, finally overcame her last hesitation.
Gently closing her eyes, the Snow Empress's long, silver eyelashes trembled slightly like snow-covered butterfly wings. When she opened them again, only an almost transparent calm remained in her eyes.
The next second, the Snow Empress's ethereal voice rang out clearly.
It wasn't loud, yet it seemed to pierce through all the noise of the wind and snow, and also through the heavy oppressive force.
"So be it."
"It seems I have no other choice, so I'll gamble this time!"
"This human Soul Master, at such a young age, has already reached such a level of strength, and is accompanied by Di Tian and the Emperor Beast; he's simply the chosen one of Douluo Continent! It's not impossible for him to break through to that realm in the future!"
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