Douluo : Capture the goddess starting from peerless tang sect

Under the influence of Qian Ran's Extreme Ice Domains, the temperature on the arena floor plummeted to below -100°C.

Even the spectator stands were affected, dropping to frigid lows of -40°C to -50°C.

The abrupt cold forced everyone present to circulate their soul power just to resist the chill. Many of the more lightly dressed female students had to release their martial souls for additional protection.

All eyes turned to Qian Ran in disbelief.

Could he truly accomplish this?

Was this his second martial soul? And did it also have three 100,000-year soul rings? Eight in total—was such a thing even possible?

Most shocking of all was the effect of his soul skill. It wasn't just the temperature drop—it was the sheer range. Even spectators at a distance felt the piercing chill. What kind of soul skill could influence so many people simultaneously?

If the stands were already freezing, the arena—now entirely enshrouded in snow and ice—must be unimaginably cold.

In a matter of moments, Qian Ran had transformed the massive indoor Soul Engineering Trial Grounds into an icy wasteland.

This feat shattered the audience's understanding of what was possible.

How could anyone compete with this? How could anyone even hope to match it?

Could a seventh-level soul engineer accomplish such a thing? Even an eighth-level soul engineer might fall short.

The crowd's gazes, filled with complex emotions, were fixed on Qian Ran. Reverence, jealousy, hatred—they all swirled together.

Despite any lingering envy, even the most begrudging among them couldn't suppress a flicker of admiration for the lone figure who stood undefeated, facing down the entire Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineering Academy.

Arrogant he might be, but undeniably dazzling.

This, they thought, must be the pinnacle of a soul master's potential.

The continent's greatest genius? Who would dare claim otherwise?

As a Soul King, he had crushed even their seventh-level soul engineers.

"Anyone else who's registered, come on up," Qian Ran called to Xuan Ziwen, his tone calm yet brimming with confidence. He knew that within his domain, even an army of seventh-level soul engineers would be little more than fodder.

Of course, maintaining such a domain drained Qian Ran immensely. Even with the constant replenishment provided by his milk bottle soul tools, he felt the strain.

His goal was to force multiple opponents to face him simultaneously, allowing him to end the match quickly before his soul power ran dry.

Otherwise, the entire ordeal was becoming dull.

Qian Ran knew Jing Hongchen had orchestrated this competition primarily to probe his limits. Deciding there was little point in holding back further, he put on a show. However, he didn't reveal all his cards. The skill level of his opponents simply didn't warrant it.

For instance, his Golden Dragon Martial Soul had long surpassed its original ice-dragon attributes. While it still embodied Ultimate Ice, its true strengths now lay in its physical power and endurance. Similarly, his divine-tier abilities and necromantic soul skills remained concealed.

His opponents were simply too weak.

Among the younger generation, Qian Ran was invincible. Only the strongest of the older generation could warrant his full attention.

"Is there anyone left willing to come forward?" Xuan Ziwen asked, his gaze sweeping across the remaining seventh-level soul engineers.

The oppressive cold of Qian Ran's domain had already extinguished any desire they might have had to compete.

In such extreme cold, how much functionality could their soul tools retain? Many rare metals degraded under such conditions. Moreover, none of them relished the idea of being frozen into a human icicle.

Those closest to the arena could feel the biting chill most acutely. It was undoubtedly below -100°C.

Without specialized cold-resistant soul tools, anyone entering that arena would lose all combat effectiveness. Even those with some resistance knew they had no chance against Qian Ran.

Thus, the seventh-level soul engineers collectively hesitated, unwilling to step forward.

After all, if they stayed out of the fight, the majority of their peers and teachers wouldn't even know they had registered. But if they stepped onto the stage, only to be frozen solid, they would not only suffer but also humiliate themselves.

Xuan Ziwen scanned the group, disappointment evident in his eyes.

The Mingde Hall's seventh-level soul engineers were shrinking back, unwilling to fight. Their reluctance made them appear even more incompetent than the fifth- and sixth-level engineers who had at least attempted to face Qian Ran.

Still, Xuan Ziwen couldn't entirely blame them.

As a referee, he had been hovering above the arena on his flying soul tool, exposed to the full brunt of the icy domain. Even he found it unbearable. In his view, no Soul Sage could function in such conditions—entering the domain would likely result in becoming a frozen statue.

If even he, an eighth-level soul engineer, felt the chill piercing his defenses, what hope did seventh-level engineers have?

Glancing back at Lin Jiayi and Jing Hongchen, Xuan Ziwen silently appealed for guidance.

"Domain techniques… Extreme Ice domain techniques…" Jing Hongchen muttered, still dazed. The sheer power of Qian Ran's dual domains had left him in awe.

The Hongchen family's martial soul, the Ice Toad, was also ice-elemental.

In this moment, Jing Hongchen felt utterly dwarfed by Qian Ran. The aura of the Ice Emperor and Snow Emperor within Qian Ran's domain sent shivers down his spine, even as a ninth-level soul engineer.

What kind of monstrous martial soul was this?

Why couldn't such perfection have appeared within the Hongchen family? Alas, the Ice Toad martial soul seemed destined to remain forever disconnected from the pinnacle of Ultimate Ice.

As Jing Hongchen remained lost in thought, Lin Jiayi cast a scornful glance at the timid seventh-level engineers. Frustrated yet unable to lash out—given their backing within the academy—he sighed in resignation.

Forcing them onto the stage when they were clearly outmatched would only add to their humiliation.

Lin Jiayi wasn't angry at the seventh-level engineers for their reluctance. His frustration stemmed from the insurmountable gap between Mingde Hall and Qian Ran.

Was the entire Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineering Academy powerless against him? Would it take a Soul Douluo, or even an eighth-level soul engineer like himself, to stand a chance?

Even if they won by sending a Soul Douluo, it would be a hollow victory—a disgrace that would tarnish the academy's reputation.

Worse still, Lin Jiayi had no confidence that even a Soul Douluo could defeat Qian Ran. If they lost, it would be the ultimate humiliation.

Suppressing his frustration, Lin Jiayi abruptly announced the end of the competition and left quickly. Jing Hongchen, snapping out of his thoughts, followed suit.

What was supposed to be a week-long sparring event had ended in less than a day.

No one had expected this.

In under a single day, Qian Ran had single-handedly defeated every fifth-, sixth-, and seventh-level soul engineer in the academy.

(End of Chapter)