523: The cold of the Northern Territory

The celebration of the Star God Temple did not fade because of the Law Enforcement Hall's interlude; instead, it gained a heart-palpitating majesty due to the arrival of Di Shenglong and the dominance of Di Xingyun.

Starlight cascaded like a waterfall, falling upon the brand-new palace and the standing Star Stone Tribe members, and reflecting the diverse expressions of the guests from various parties.

Just then, a completely different, piercing chill abruptly tore through the rich warmth of the starlight and the festive noise within Falling Star Valley, like the cold wind of the far northern ice plains suddenly pouring in.

The space at the valley entrance fluctuated violently, like ripples on water, as over a dozen figures stepped out of the void.

At the head was an old man dressed in ice-blue profound-patterned robes. His face was withered, but his eyes were as sharp as ten-thousand-year profound ice. A terrifying pressure of the Saint Realm First Layer emanated from him like a moving iceberg, causing tiny ice crystals to condense in the air wherever he passed.

Behind him followed an arrogant young man in fine clothes, about twenty years old. He unabashedly displayed his cultivation of the second level of the Profound Venerable Realm. His eyes were supercilious as he scanned the Star God Temple and the crowd in the square, filled with undisguised contempt.

The rest were all high-level experts of the Law Realm, their auras frigid, clearly all practicing ice-based Cultivation Techniques.

"Heh, how lively! A mere Eastern Region is thrown into chaos by a single Netherworld Passage, yet you still have the leisure to hold some sect-founding ceremony?"

The young man sneered. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every Cultivator present, carrying bone-chilling mockery.

"It seems the Eastern Region is truly devoid of talent, that even a brat in the Law Realm can found a sect and call himself a Temple Master? What a colossal joke!"

Beside him, the Dao-Protecting Saint of the Hanming Sacred Sect, Venerable Bing Po, did not stop him.

They came from the Northern Region power "Hanming Sacred Sect." Having heard of the Netherworld Realm's invasion of the Eastern Region, they wanted to take the opportunity to temper the Prodigies of their sect.

Having just arrived in the Eastern Region and passing through the Starfall Continent, they heard that a new power had been established there and came to observe the ceremony.

The young man who spoke was Han Feng, the youngest son of the Hanming Sacred Sect Master. Seeing Di Xingyun holding such a high position at such a young age, jealousy and disdain instantly surged in his heart.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in Falling Star Valley plummeted.

The originally noisy sounds of celebration came to an abrupt halt.

All eyes, whether well-meaning or malicious, instantly focused on this group of uninvited guests.

Di Lingxiao grinned, revealing his pearly white teeth, and cursed under his breath:

"Where did this stray dog come from, barking like that?"

Di Wushang held the god slaying spear in his arms, his eyes as cold as a pool in the Nine Netherworlds.

On the high platform, Di Xingyun sat upon the Star Throne. He raised his eyes, his deep Xing Mou calmly looking toward the valley entrance and landing on Han Feng, causing Han Feng's heart to skip a beat for some reason.

"Young Master, please watch your words!"

Luo Li, the Saintess of the Star Sacred Land, stepped forward and cupped her hands. "This is the sect-founding ceremony of the Star God Temple. Temple Master Di possesses the Star Body and is also of the Di Clan..."

"Star Body? Di Clan?" Han Feng rudely interrupted Luo Li, his laughter becoming even more piercing, filled with exaggerated mockery.

"Those titles sound quite intimidating! However, a mere Law Realm Cultivator dares to call himself a Temple Master? In my Northern Region, such cultivation isn't even worthy of carrying the shoes of a Core Disciple of my Hanming Sacred Sect! Has the Eastern Region become so talentless? Hahahaha!"

The guards of the Hanming Sect behind him also burst into laughter, their eyes scanning the members of the Star Stone Tribe flippantly, as if looking at a group of uncivilized savages.

Beneath Pan Shan's bronze skin, his muscles coiled like dragons. A low grunt escaped his throat, like a volcano about to erupt.

Under High Priestess Xing Mou's hood, her gaze suddenly became deep and cold. The aura of the thousand-plus Star Stone Tribe members on the square instantly became murderous and dangerous, like an enraged pack of wolves.

Di Xingyun slowly stood up.

No words, no anger. He simply took a step forward.

Buzz!

With this step, his figure suddenly blurred in everyone's eyes. The next moment, he appeared in the center of the square, facing Han Feng from a distance.

"Northern Region, Hanming Sacred Sect?" Di Xingyun's voice was calm and steady.

"You come from afar as guests, yet you insult my temple and slander my Eastern Region. You must pay a price. Since you look down on this Temple Master so much, do you dare to step forward for a battle? If you can still stand after ten moves, you may take down the plaque of my Star God Temple as you wish."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable authority, echoing clearly in every corner of Falling Star Valley.

Arrogant! Utterly arrogant!

A Seventh Level of the Law Realm Cultivator actually dared to challenge a Northern Region Prodigy of the second level of the Profound Venerable Realm to a ten-move duel?

Everyone was stunned by the overwhelming dominance hidden beneath those calm words.

Han Feng was stunned at first, then burst into even more ear-piercing laughter, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world:

"Hahaha! Ten moves? With just you? Today, this Young Master will show you the true height of the heavens and the depth of the earth! Never mind ten moves—within three moves, I'll have you kneeling and begging for mercy!"

Before his voice had even faded, a sharp light exploded in Han Feng's eyes, and his killing intent was fully revealed!

"Extreme Cold Cage!"

He slammed both hands forward!

Venerable Bing Po, a Saint Realm First Layer expert, did not stop him; instead, his eyes were cold, clearly condoning Han Feng's actions.

Boom!

The temperature of the world plummeted!

Countless thick pillars、 Crystal-clear ice condensed out of thin air， Carrying a terrifying aura that could freeze one's soul， From all directions、 Up, down, left, right， The Imperial Star Meteorite was being squeezed frantically towards its center.、 blockade！

"The first move."

Di Xingyun's voice remained clear within the terrifying frozen Domain.

He stood where he was, neither dodging nor avoiding.

A faint layer of starlight suddenly lit up on his body as his Star Body roared into action!

Inside his Dantian, the star dome core throbbed violently, and a massive amount of pure Power of Starlight surged out, forming a seemingly thin but incredibly resilient Star Force Field around him.

Crack! Crack-crack!

The terrifying profound ice cage slammed hard against the Star Force Field!

The power of cold ice, enough to freeze those at the early stages of the Profound Venerable Realm, eroded frantically. However, that thin layer of starlight was like eternal, inextinguishable light, flowing endlessly and pushing away all the bone-chilling cold and freezing power!

The moment the profound ice touched the starlight, it instantly disintegrated into a sky full of ice powder, unable to even get within three zhang of Di Xingyun's body!

"What?!" Han Feng's pupils shrank violently, and the wild laughter on his face instantly froze.

His Extreme Cold Cage had once frozen several opponents at the second level of the Profound Venerable Realm and had never failed! How could the opponent have neutralized it so effortlessly?

"The second move."

Di Xingyun took a step forward, flickering like starlight, and instantly closed the distance to within ten zhang of Han Feng!

He pressed his right hand's fingers together like a sword, and a spark of Star True Fire leapt from his fingertip, piercing directly toward Han Feng's forehead!

Han Feng hurriedly condensed a profound ice Shield in front of him.

However, the Star True Fire penetrated the profound ice Shield without any resistance. The shield, which was strong enough to withstand an attack from the Venerable Realm, was pierced through like paper! The true fire's momentum remained unchecked as it struck Han Feng's forehead!

"Ah—!"

Han Feng let out a shrill, miserable scream!

A scorched black spot appeared on his forehead. The terrifying power of the Star True Fire didn't just burn his physical body; it directly invaded his Sea of Consciousness and scorched his Divine Soul!

He felt as if his Soul had been thrown into the core of a star. The intense pain caused him to lose all ability to think instantly. His vision went black, black smoke mixed with ice shards puffed from his seven orifices, and he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string!

"Young Lord!!" Venerable Bing Po's eyes nearly split open with rage!

He never expected that his Young Lord would not even be able to withstand two moves from the opponent!

Seeing Han Feng heavily injured and flying back, Di Xingyun did not pursue. He stood with his hands behind his back, his Xing Mou looking on indifferently.

The victory was decided.

However, a sudden change occurred!