Sister Xiaotao! Help Me!

The Thirty-Six Sky-Propping Spears he had comprehended were not repetitions of a single move, but a combination of four actions: thrusting, sweeping, lifting, and chopping.

First came the thrust, then the sweep, followed by an upward lift, and finally a downward chop.

These four actions repeated in a cycle, their power growing stronger with every successive attack.

Lin Ming raised the Sky-Propping Spear in his hand and charged toward Lao Deng before him.

Both hands suddenly exerted force as he thrust forward.

Lin Feng was a Title Douluo, so Lin Ming had no need to worry about hurting him.

With a boom, Lin Ming's attack was steadily caught by Lao Deng.

"Good lad, this move already matches the full-force strike of an ordinary Soul King."

But Lin Ming's attack was far from over.

After the thrust, his right hand gripped the tail of the Sky-Propping Spear. His muscles tensed, driving the spearhead in a sweeping arc.

Lin Feng could clearly feel that the power of Lin Ming's strike was slightly stronger than before.

But he did not pay much attention to it. After all, it was perfectly normal for a person's attacks to vary somewhat in strength.

After the horizontal sweep came the upward lift.

One hand gripped the tail of the Sky-Propping Spear while the other held the middle of its shaft. Both hands exerted force at once as Lin Ming fiercely lifted the spear toward Lin Feng, trying to knock the Thunder-Roar Spear from his hand.

The tip of the Sky-Propping Spear struck the shaft of the Thunder-Roar Spear, but no matter how hard Lin Ming tried, he could not shake the Thunder-Roar Spear in Lin Feng's hand in the slightest.

He was not discouraged. He swiftly withdrew the Sky-Propping Spear, then leaped from the spot, grasped its tail with both hands, and brought it down in a fierce chopping motion.

Boom!

This strike was powerful and heavy. Even Lin Feng, who had maintained a casual expression all along, could not help but change his expression slightly.

Lin Ming's cultivation was that of a Soul Ancestor. Lin Feng knew that beyond all doubt.

Yet the power displayed in that leaping chop was no longer something a Soul Ancestor should possess, and it was even stronger than the previous three attacks.

Lin Feng began to wonder whether Lin Ming had truly comprehended something from someone else's Self-Created Soul Skill.

With that doubt in mind, Lin Feng continued to hold his defensive stance, wanting to see just how far Lin Ming could go.

Lin Ming then continued repeating the same four actions.

Every attack was a fraction stronger than the last.

As small gains accumulated, they gradually became terrifying attacks.

When the Sky-Propping Spear in his hand thrust out for the ninth time, Lin Ming's body was already enveloped by rushing air. The spearhead tore through the air with incomparably sharp Spear Intent as it shot toward Lao Deng.

This was the thirty-third strike of the Thirty-Six Sky-Propping Spears.

Feeling the aura emitted by this strike, Lin Feng was utterly shaken.

The aura of Lin Ming's attack could already rival that of a high-level Soul Emperor, even faintly approaching a Soul Saint at their normal combat strength.

One had to know that Lin Ming was only a Soul Ancestor right now. The power of a single Self-Created Soul Skill had already approached that of a Soul Saint, spanning a full three major realms.

Lin Feng no longer used the Thunder-Roar Spear to block. Instead, he held the spear in one hand and thrust directly into Lin Ming's attack.

Boom!

The fierce clash sent slight tremors through the surrounding houses.

A hunched figure quietly appeared not far from the two of them.

Even Lin Feng, a Title Douluo, had failed to notice someone approaching.

Mu En watched Lin Ming perform the Thirty-Six Sky-Propping Spears, and a trace of gratification flashed through his eyes.

He saw Shrek's future in Lin Ming.

Though everyone had selfish desires, Mu En was no exception. Still, he could not deny that Lin Ming was far more outstanding than Beibei.

Besides, if the position of Sea God Pavilion Master were truly passed down to Lin Ming in the future, Beibei would surely only be happy for his good brother.

In the clearing, after clashing once with Lao Deng, Lin Ming continued with the thirty-fourth and thirty-fifth strikes.

By now, scarcely any Soul Power remained in his body. Clinging to his final bit of resolve, Lin Ming gritted his teeth and unleashed the thirty-sixth strike.

"Thirty-Six Sky-Propping Spears, thirty-sixth strike!"

He sprang upward, soaring high into the air.

Both hands gripped the end of the Sky-Propping Spear tightly. Every cell in his body strained with effort as all of his Soul Power poured into the spear.

Using everything he had left, Lin Ming wielded the spear with both hands and savagely chopped downward.

The tip of the Sky-Propping Spear collided with the tip of the Thunder-Roar Spear.

The power of this strike had completely reached the level of a Soul Saint, even surpassing that of an ordinary Soul Saint.

Just as the nearby houses were about to be caught in the aftermath, Mu En flashed into view. With a wave of his hand, vast Soul Power like an endless sea instantly covered the area.

A golden protective barrier formed from light-attributed Soul Power enveloped the grandfather and grandson.

When the aftershock finally dissipated, Lin Ming lay on the ground, completely exhausted.

Lin Feng put away his Martial Soul and walked over to help him up. "Good lad, I never thought you'd really learn someone else's Self-Created Soul Skill. You've got some real skill. This old man admires you!"

Only then did the two notice Mu En nearby and hurriedly bowed in greeting.

Mu En waved his hand, looking at Lin Feng with some interest. "You said just now that he learned this Soul Skill from someone else. Is that true?"

Mu En's understanding was much the same as Lin Feng's. He did not believe that a Self-Created Soul Skill passed down by a person or a family could be so easily learned by someone else, not even a monstrously gifted talent like Lin Ming.

Lin Feng nodded. "In reply to Elder Mu, according to this brat..." As Lin Feng recalled it, the astonishment on his face was impossible to hide. "According to him, he merely fought someone who possessed a Self-Created Soul Skill, then comprehended this spear technique from that battle."

Surprise flashed through Mu En's clouded eyes.

He looked at Lin Ming. "What is this Self-Created Soul Skill of yours called?"

Lin Ming spoke the imposing name he had prepared long ago. "Thirty-Six Sky-Propping Spears!"

As the master of Sea God Pavilion, Mu En was naturally exceptionally knowledgeable.

"You comprehended it from the Feng Family's Thirty-Six Gale Demon Wolf Slashes, didn't you?"

Lin Ming scratched his head and did not deny it. After all, it was perfectly normal for Mu En to know about this.

"Not bad. Practice it well. If this old man remembers correctly, the Gale Demon Wolf Consecutive Slashes do not end at thirty-six slashes. Your spear technique should not end at that number either. How much more you can uncover will depend on you."

After offering his guidance and confirming that nothing else was happening, Mu En vanished from the spot.

Inside a cultivation room.

"Sister Xiaotao, help me! This concerns Nannan. As long as you're willing to help me, no matter how you vent next time, I won't have the slightest complaint!"

Before Xu Sanshi stood a woman with fiery red hair and a voluptuous figure. She was Ma Xiaotao, the owner of the Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul.

She looked at Xu Sanshi with interest. "You said that brat is only a first-year student, yet he already possesses the strength of a Soul Ancestor? And he even has a ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring?"