Yun Ming Battles the Qiangu Brothers

How strong was Yun Ming at his peak?

Qiangu Dongfeng's current miserable state made that abundantly clear.

Boom—

A deafening, earth-shaking roar erupted as two figures plummeted like meteors, smashing toward the ground with overwhelming force.

The terrifying impact instantly blasted a massive crater into the hard ground. Shattered stones sprayed in every direction like rain, while billowing dust obscured everyone's vision.

Qiangu Qingfeng looked grave as he stood firmly behind Qiangu Dongfeng. His brows were tightly furrowed, his right hand pressed steadily against Qiangu Dongfeng's back. His voice was low yet forceful. "Calm your mind and circulate your Soul Power."

Cough, cough—

Qiangu Dongfeng coughed violently, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth and staining the front of his robes crimson. His face was as white as paper, utterly bloodless. Even his once-upright figure had now hunched over, leaving him in a thoroughly bedraggled state.

Yet he did not dare relax in the slightest. Enduring the agonizing pain wracking his body, he followed his elder brother's instructions and circulated his Soul Power, trying to suppress the surging injuries within him.

However, the blow dealt to his heart was like a scar that could never heal, piercing deeply into his soul.

All of this had come from Yun Ming's astonishing spear strike.

Qiangu Dongfeng, the mighty Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda and a Demigod standing at the pinnacle of power on the Douluo Continent, had been unable to withstand even a single strike from Yun Ming after giving it his all.

He stared blankly into the sky. Yun Ming stood there with his hands behind his back, calm and composed, his posture as straight as a pine. That spear strike, powerful enough to make heaven and earth pale, seemed to have been no more than a casual gesture.