Dominating Martial King

In the central area of the seven-layer Stone Tower, where Ween Zhiyi stood, she was surrounded and engulfed by roaring flames.

Originally, she could protect a three-zhang radius around her, keeping it unperturbed and undisturbed.

Now, however, this area had dramatically shrunk to less than one zhang in diameter.

Beyond one zhang, there were crimson flames, along with numerous hidden weapons shooting from all directions.

Among them, some blood-colored arrow lights silently pierced the void without a trace or sound. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

After the explosion of their contained powerful Blood Poison, people from the Extreme East Ice City could hardly breathe.

Additionally, hundreds of strands of Geng Metal Sword Light were bombarding from the southeast direction.

After Ween Zhiyi dispersed these overwhelming Sword Qi, they scattered in all directions.

The remnants of the Sword Qi were extremely dangerous, even the Temporal Void could not block them.

Ween Zhiyi’s Cold Technique was also unable to freeze them.

"Your Highness?"

Zhangsun Bingquan, covered from head to toe in a layer of frost and snow, turned his head slightly worriedly toward Ween Zhiyi.

He couldn’t help but be concerned.

Outside the flames, besides First Grade master level figures, there were several avatars of the Gods present.

For example, ’Head of Ten Thousand Stars’ Gouchen, and the second ancestor of ’Blood Bat Mountain’, ’Burning Sky Demon Lord’—most of the surrounding flames originated from these two.

In addition, there were the Seven Killings God Monarch and the Sword God, Son of Emperor Bai, all present through their Thoughts.

Ween Zhiyi’s Cold Technique was invincible in the human realm, reaching the ultimate boundary for mortals.

However, these were the elite among the Gods, and even just a sliver of their presence or power here was terrifyingly formidable.

The majestic Divine Might made Zhangsun Bingquan’s Primordial Spirit unable to bear it, making it difficult even to stand upright.

More terrifying were the surrounding walls of flame, which were gradually contracting and eroding.

The temperature of these flames was actually not high, subdued by Ween Zhiyi’s Cold Technique, yet they perversely could burn everything.

Even the cold ice, or even Ween Zhiyi’s Cold Power itself.

Zhangsun Bingquan anticipated that if the safe area continued to shrink, they would face death.

"It’s no matter—"

Ween Zhiyi’s voice was as cold as ice, her expression equally indifferent and expressionless: "They’re just a few avatars of the Gods without self-consciousness, not worth fearing."

At this point, her breath was so cold that it could condense into ice upon exhalation.

Ween Zhiyi felt as though her heart had frozen into a block of ice, unable to be expelled or dissolved.

She sighed secretly in her heart.

The block of ice within her heart wasn’t large, yet it served as a warning from this body to her.

Resolving today’s combat without paying a price was not possible.

"Not worth fearing? The problem is that Your Highness’ Cold Power has already become unbalanced."

Outside the walls of flame came the sinister laughter of Baili Lieshou, ’Great God Yin Hand’.

"Lord Wen’s mastery of the Cold Technique is too deep. Don’t you know the principle of extremes meeting danger? The high has regrets; excess cannot last. When your yin cold power is too much, it will backfire on you. Let’s see how Your Highness will feel being frozen by your own power today."

Zhangsun Bingquan’s face turned ashen as he held his sword: "Despicable!"

He also sensed that Ween Zhiyi’s physical condition was unfavorable.

The eighteenth-ranked on the Heavenly List, Baili Lieshou, ’Great God Yin Hand’, seemed to pose the greatest threat among those present to Ween Zhiyi.

His ’Great God Yin Hand’ similarly mastered the yin power, and the summoned avatar of ’Nine Yin Demon Lord’ exuded malevolent yin energy, full of overwhelming cold power.

Nine Yin Extreme Darkness!

Every time Ween Zhiyi engaged with this person and God, the overflowing yin cold power would become more intense.

Zhangsun Bingquan could only resent his own weakness, lacking the ability to participate in this combat, or else he would willing stand in place of Ween Zhiyi.

"Indeed despicable, not in line with Jianghu rules."

From outside came a soft sigh from ’East Heavenly King’ Wang Dongtian: "However, City Lord Wen’s Cold Technique is invincible in the world. We have no choice but to join forces in siege, to send the City Lord out of the Cloud Sea Immortal Palace. Pardon us!"

Ween Zhiyi couldn’t help but glance at him from afar.

At this moment, the greatest threat to her wasn’t the Nine Yin Demon Lord, nor Gouchen Star Monarch, nor certainly the Burning Sky Demon Lord, but this man.

The ’Nine Chains, Ten Chains Trapping Heaven Great Method’ of Wang Dongtian bound everything. Nineteen chains locked and tethered all things.

It was this person’s peculiar dharma gate that forced her to remain trapped and immobile here.

Next was the avatar of the Sword God, Son of Emperor Bai, summoned by ’God-Killing Doctor’ Li Zhen’e.

This Sword God’s avatar’s Magic Body differed from other deities, containing a hint of true nature, unlike other gods that fought with rigidity and lifelessness.

Each strand of Sword Qi that struck contained all the Heavenly Rules related to ’swords’—Heavenly Slash, Cutting Heaven, Heaven Punishment, Heaven Piercing, etc., damaging, suppressing, and even breaking Ween Zhiyi’s Cold Sky Technique!

Other than these people here, Ween Zhiyi could handle with ease.

Besides the Cold Technique, she also wielded Taiyin Power.

The use of Taiyin Power typically involved using yin power to harm enemies, making their cold power even more yin-cold;

However, Ween Zhiyi had long surpassed this level. She could interfere with the yin aspects of all things in the world or all Heavenly Rules related to the yin aspect.

Only these two individuals, their combat methods transcended the constraints of yin and yang.

Just as Wang Dongtian’s words fell, a massive flaming hand penetrated from the flame wall.

Ween Zhiyi raised her sword and froze the gigantic flaming hand, turning it to ash dust.

But immediately after that, a human fist also burst into the flame wall.

That arm was entirely crimson gold in color, and the fist was as wide as a wine barrel.

This was the Supreme Elder of the Dutian Divine Palace—’Divine Power Dutian’ Dongfang Bai!