Yun Ming Battles the Qiangu Brothers

Just how strong had Yun Ming been at his peak?

One could tell from Qiangu Dongfeng's current miserable state.

Boom—

A deafening, earth-shaking explosion rang out as two figures plummeted like meteors, smashing fiercely toward the ground with overwhelming force.

The tremendous impact instantly blasted a massive crater into the hard ground. Rubble sprayed in every direction like rain, and swirling dust obscured everyone's vision.

Qiangu Qingfeng wore a grave expression as he stood firmly behind Qiangu Dongfeng. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his right hand pressed steadily against Qiangu Dongfeng's back. "Calm your mind and circulate your Soul Power."

Cough, cough—

Qiangu Dongfeng coughed violently, mouthful after mouthful of blood spilling from the corners of his lips and staining the front of his robes crimson. His face was pale as paper, utterly devoid of color. Even his once-upright posture had hunched over, leaving him in a thoroughly wretched state.

Yet he did not dare slacken in the slightest. Enduring the agonizing pain in his body, he followed his elder brother's instructions and circulated his Soul Power, attempting to suppress his raging internal injuries.

However, the blow to his heart was like a wound that could never heal, stabbing deeply into his soul.

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

Qiangu Dongfeng, the dignified Pagoda Master of the Spirit Pagoda and a Demi-God standing at the pinnacle of power on the Douluo Continent, had given everything he had—yet he had still been unable to withstand even a single strike from Yun Ming.

He stared blankly at the sky. Yun Ming stood there with his hands behind his back, calm and composed, his posture as straight as a pine. It was as though that spear strike, powerful enough to make heaven and earth lose their color,