When everything returned to calm, Ning Bei looked at Qian Daoliu with a playful expression. The latter looked as if he had just come out of the water, his whole body covered in sweat. Obviously, blocking Ning Bei's Aurora Starlight had cost him a lot of Soul Power.
"Old man, our fight is almost over. Want to see my Ninth Spirit Skill?
"Hmm?
Qian Daoliu's body shook, and he looked up warily at Ning Bei not far away.
"This is a move that even Senior Poseidon Se has never seen before. Let's make a quick decision, otherwise, if you lose because of exhausting your Soul Power, it seems like my victory won't be very glorious."
"Ninth Spirit Skill·Eternal Frozen White Lotus!"
The ninth Spirit Ring on Ice Heaven Snow Woman was lit up for the first time. Ning Bei closed his palms together in front of his chest and then slowly pulled them apart, and a light blue sphere was thrown in front of Ning Bei.
Qian Daoliu's pupils shrank. Just a glance was enough to discover the terrifying energy contained in the sphere. As the sphere fell to the ground, a burst of ice power erupted at a terrifying speed, instantly enveloping an area of several kilometers. As the ice Soul Power in the space reached its peak, a giant white lotus with a diameter of several kilometers and a height of several hundred meters appeared in everyone's sight.
The Elders in the distance were horrified. They felt the power to destroy everything from this move.
"Not good, retreat quickly, it's not safe here anymore."
Golden Crocodile turned around and was about to take Qian Renxue away, when he discovered that Bibi Dong had already carried his daughter by the back of her neck and ran more than ten kilometers away. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly quickened his pace to escape into the distance.
After arriving at a relatively safe distance, everyone turned back to look at the beautiful scenery before them again.
Yes, the huge white lotus, winding for thousands of meters, looked excellent, crystal clear like white jade, and the patterns on it were full of artistic atmosphere.
"This kid has such artistic attainments?
Hearing Bibi Dong's complaint behind her, Little Angel's cheeks flushed slightly. How could he not? We often go to the Ice God Hall to discuss art!
Seemingly sensing that everyone had gone far away, Ning Bei's calm voice poured into everyone's ears like a divine decree.
"Art is explosion, Extreme Cold Snow Hell, ka!"
"*Bang!*"
A violent explosion like thunder in the ears came from afar, and a huge mushroom cloud exploded from the snow lotus, mixed with endless ice fog and cold air. This time, even Ning Bei's domain could not cover up the movement. The entire Spirit Hall began to tremble under this blow, and even the residents of Spirit City, dozens of kilometers away, felt the obvious tremor.
"What's going on? Is it an earthquake?
"Look, there's so much fog over there."
"Really, what happened over there? Shall we go take a look?
"What are you looking at? That's the direction of Spirit Hall, can you get in?
"..."
The beautiful scene of the ice lotus blooming made countless people stop, but they could only catch a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg, and the group of people closest to the epicenter had no mood to appreciate the beauty at all.
Little Angel clenched her fists and roared at the distant sky, regardless of whether the figure could hear her.
"Ning Bei, you bastard, do you want to kill my Grandfather? I'll strangle you!
Although the Elders next to her didn't say anything, their solemn expressions showed that they were also worried about their old leader at the moment.
In the densest part of the ice fog, Ning Bei spread out his mental power to sense for a moment, and then slowly came to a figure. At this time, the old man's condition was terrible, his whole body was covered with blood and visible frostbite, his clothes were ragged like a refugee, and the Angel Spirit behind him had temporarily faded away, and it would probably be impossible to condense it again in a short time.
"Cough cough... You brat... won. I'm very relieved that Snow'er is with you."
Qian Daoliu was not only not discouraged by the defeat, but his eyes were filled with relief. What could make him happier than seeing the person he cared about most find a good home?
Ning Bei chuckled softly, rubbing his nose, and then quickly took out a Life Restoration Pill and handed it to Qian Daoliu.
"It's good that you don't blame me, Old Man. I really couldn't take you down with other methods."
"Haha, I'm not so petty. I wish you a smooth journey on the path to godhood."
Taking the Life Restoration Pill, the old man swallowed it in one gulp. Having seen the effects after his old brothers took it, he had no doubts about Ning Bei's Pills.
As the Pill entered his mouth, the wounds all over Qian Daoliu's body quickly scabbed over, and within seconds, he had returned to his pre-battle state, which surprised the old man.
"What a domineering Pill! If my injuries were inflicted on other brothers, it would be enough for them to die countless times, but now they have recovered in an instant."
"Old Man, this is my proudest skill, even more worthy of pride than my Second Spirit."
"Mm."
The Old Man nodded in agreement with Ning Bei's statement. Such Pills were tantamount to creating an immortal existence. Even if his strength could suppress this kid, what could he do? After painstakingly injuring him, a Pill would instantly restore him to his original state.
"Let's go, don't let them worry."
"Uh..."
"What's wrong?"
Qian Daoliu was about to turn around and leave when he saw Ning Bei's strange expression and asked in confusion.
Ning Bei didn't mince words, condensing a huge water ball in one hand and releasing it towards the Old Man. Caught off guard, Qian Daoliu was immediately drenched, glaring at Ning Bei with displeasure, seemingly demanding an explanation.
"Well, Snow'er would be scared if she saw you covered in blood when you got back, so we should..."
Hearing this, Qian Daoliu was stunned for a moment, then looked down and saw a lot of blood mixed in with the water stains, and instantly understood his idea.
"That's true!"
Qian Daoliu didn't want his granddaughter to worry, so he took off his tattered brocade robe and took out a brand new one from his Soul Tool to change into. After tidying up his appearance, he looked at Ning Bei again.
"Let's go."
This time, Ning Bei didn't make any other moves, following closely behind the Old Man's footsteps.
It wasn't that he was afraid of the Little Angel worrying, but if she saw Qian Daoliu beaten and covered in blood, she would make a fuss with him for days, and might even create her own Self-Created Spirit Ability to serve him.
As the figures of the two appeared in sight, the Elders and the Little Angel all breathed a sigh of relief. Only Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with a hint of regret, which made Ning Bei speechless. This woman was really not a good person.
The Little Angel flew into Qian Daoliu's arms like a returning swallow, her voice a little choked.
"That's great, Grandfather, you're okay!"
"Alright, alright, it's just a spar. Although the battle was a bit big, we wouldn't be careless."
Hearing this, the Little Angel gradually calmed down, but still glared at Ning Bei fiercely in an unseen corner, as if saying, 'Is this what you promised me about going easy?'
Ning Bei shrugged his shoulders, his face full of helplessness, but he secretly made a 'yay' in his heart. He knew that Qian Daoliu would take his face into consideration and wouldn't tell the Little Angel that he had been beaten badly, which saved him a lot of trouble.
"Let's go, don't stand here. Pope, you can go and appease the masses."
Qian Daoliu stroked his granddaughter's head, then looked at Bibi Dong with an unkind expression. He had also noticed the disappointment in her eyes just now.
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