In the Name of Empress-Chapter 548 - 336: Your Water Blocks Your Ice_3

In the blink of an eye, he made the correct judgment.

Do not activate.

It’s not that he saw through this wasn’t a killing move, but rather he had no choice but to withstand it.

If Sofia’s Sword Drawing Technique could force him to reveal his trump card, there’d be no need to continue fighting.

This was just her sword drawing, without the activation of the Extreme Cold Domain; this was just a simple attack, and he had no reason to use his big move.

He must resist it, and he could only resist it.

The sword light was like snow, freezing time and space, with the white becoming the only light in the dim world.

Upon seeing the sword light, Roland’s expression shifted slightly, and he unhesitatingly activated the Divine Protection.

The first sword light shattered the Holy Light Shield in Roland’s hand.

The second sword light crushed the long spear in Sif’s hand.

The third sword light severed the Firebird Magic summoned by Sif.

The fourth sword light tore apart the sleeve of Alina’s robe, causing her to spit blood as an aside.

The subsequent countless sword lights were all blocked by the Divine Protection.

A crisp but by no means pleasant sound of impact reverberated through the valley, making the Transcendents observing the spectacle look particularly grim.

These years, intimidated by Sofia’s destructive force, some had fled far away, admitted defeat, or played dead, but they were not content.

Some of them pursued ascetic training, some walked across the whole South Continent, and others honed themselves in constant battles.

They all shared one dream: to possess the power to stand against Sofia on the Day of Return.

At the very least, to have the ability to protect their lives.

But Sofia’s Sword Drawing crushed their extravagant hopes.

They progressed, yet the gap with Sofia grew ever larger.

The one looking the most distressed was the Spirit Medium, whose appearance was like an old woman.

Back when Sofia was Tier Eight, she harbored the intent to kill, yet she was defeated by Sofia and nearly got counter-killed.

If not for her bluster, she would have become a historical disgrace.

A Tier Seven taking on Tier Eight and overturning was already rare in history, and being counter-killed was nearly unheard of.

Back then, she fled in a sorry state, leaving overseas, crafting many sinister magic tools, finally returning to Rodinia before the Day of Return, all with the aim of revenge.

Sofia’s Sword Drawing Technique directly cut off her revenge fantasy; she even wanted to flee, but then a voice resounded in her heart.

"The Day of Return has come, those entering White Mountain are forbidden to leave."

This soul-stirring voice simultaneously echoed in the hearts of all Tier Seven Transcendents.

This was the rule from the Divine Chosen Referee.

Someone looked up in horror, seeing the accompanying satellite hurtling towards the ground at an incredible speed.

It was certain that the accompanying satellite would descend soon.

Some regretted it, while others smartly chose to leave before the arrival of the Divine Chosen Referee.

At least three Transcendents fled down the mountain path.

Their figures looked somewhat embarrassed, then they collapsed in agony just as they were about to leave White Mountain.

Leaving White Mountain is forbidden; that is the rule.

Whoever breaks the rule dies.

The referee’s power comes from the God, and the laws the referee controls stem from the origins of the universe; the referee’s word is everything.

Not complying with the referee’s arrangement results in a red card and expulsion.

The other Transcendents trembled in fear, but Roland and Sofia looked at each other coldly.

Sofia didn’t rush to make a second move.

She squinted her eyes, hiding her astonishment.

People always assumed she was the incarnation of Frosty Winter, thus most skilled in manipulating ice, but little did they know the true essence of Frosty Winter is destruction and slaughter.

She had long integrated Frosty Winter into her sword techniques.

Once she took action, whether there was an Extreme Cold Domain made no difference.

Under Frosty Winter, all things wither.

Her Sword Drawing was both an opening move and a killing move.

Sofia’s personality was arrogant, but her combat technique was not.

Once the combat started, she would resolve her opponent in the most efficient way.

She used Roland’s cognitive blind spot, assuming no one would open with a big move and wouldn’t immediately activate Divine Protection.

Her Heart Power consumption was enormous and could no longer support her in simultaneously executing the Extreme Cold Domain and Swordsmanship in battle.

Thus, she aimed for the cognitive gap.

People thought of her as a brainless reckless person, but this was merely prejudice.

However, this strike was accurately judged and defended by Roland.

Roland clearly captured Sofia’s astonishment.

Roland didn’t let out a sigh of relief, but the anxiety in his heart finally eased.

Sofia, after all, was human, not an immortal. She could be tired and could be defeated.

Roland’s confidence surged, summoning the Holy Light Shield once again.

Sif retrieved a spare Golden Spear, Lisa summoned the Fire Phoenix once more, and Alina couldn’t care less about her tattered sleeve. From her chest, she took out a huge crystal ball, with a steady gaze, she chanted incantations.

The only one who made no move was Christine.

Unconscious, she lay quietly frozen in ice.

The battlefield was so tense, no one noticed her ice-encased statue quietly melting, and the water encasing the Saintess flowing all around.

Sofia’s momentary shock quickly passed.

If one sword couldn’t kill, then more swords would come!

The sword light flickered once more, and the originally dark world gradually regained its colors.

As the sword slashed, countless rose petals began to float in the sky.

Sif was stunned; this clearly was her Flower Sea, why was someone else dancing among it?

She was the Elf Empress, and no one could take that title.

Sif drove her Golden Spear into the earth, barefoot in the Flower Sea, like a butterfly gracefully dancing, spinning, and flying among the flowers.

She caught each petal with precision, gathering them into the palm of her hand.

She didn’t care for the wildflowers outside, not even roses.

This was her Flower Sea; any wildflowers outside must wither unless they became part of her collection.