Douluo's Ice Emperor Comes to the World

Name: Douluo's Ice Emperor Comes to the World
Author: Southern May

by Southern May

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Ch. 44 — Fog Rises Deep in the Forest, and Murderous Intent Looms

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In the north, Shuang Jue Sword Sect. In the sect's main hall, the martial soul awakening ceremony is reaching its climax. The power of the ice sword soul that has been passed down for thousands of years surges and condenses into patches of frost. The [Frost Flower] sword in the palm of the sect leader's daughter's hand was clear and clear, and the four of them were amazed. It was the last person's turn - Ling Chen, who had been weak since childhood and was regarded as the sect's regret. He silently stepped forward and pressed his hand on the awakening stone. For a moment, everything was silent. Instead of the usual harsh sword energy erupting from the stone, a layer of deep, absolute darkness appeared that could swallow up light and sound. The chill spreads, but it does not freeze everything, but silences all activity. A sword slowly formed in his palm. The sword has no light, as if it was forged by the deepest eternal night; it has no edge, but it seems to be a sign of the end of the world. The moment it appeared, all the ice swords in the palace-including the [Ice Soul] that had been passed down for thousands of years in the hands of the sect master-sounded a low hum at the same time, and the swords were slightly tilted, like an emperor paying homage to the king. "This is..." The Supreme Elder stood up suddenly, his voice trembling, "Contained in ancient books - [Sword of Heavenly Frost]!" Millennium prophecy comes true. When the martial spirit that symbolizes the end of the sword appears, the person holding the sword becomes the emperor of the sword. Ling Chen holds the sword, the memory of his past life resonates with his bloodline in this life. He raised his eyes, looking past the excited clansmen, and seemed to have seen the shadow of Wuhun Palace outside the sect, the dispute between the two empires, and... The chess game of gods that controlled destiny higher up. "From today on," the sect master's voice shook the palace, with unquestionable majesty and ecstasy, "Ling Chen, for my Frost Jue Sword Sect - the contemporary son of God!"