The Will of the World

At the same time, Yang Guyun was also releasing the full power of his six soul rings.

In the end, they focused all that power onto a single point.

This was not a simple coordination of sword and spear, but the merging of one intent with another.

A phantom of Startling Dragon appeared along the spear shaft, but this time it was not one dragon, but six.

The sword drew autumn light, gathering a frosted soul; the spear spanned the blue sea, taking dragon form.

Six rings bloomed as one, startling wind and rain; with a single thought, they returned together to shatter the dawn star.

White clothes unstained by mortal blood; a lone cloud had its own returnless name.

What had once been three parts offense and defense was now cast aside for one inch of sincerity.

A thousand temperings had all been for this—sword and spear joined as one, and heaven and earth tilted.

On the training ground, everyone's movements slowed, and everything around them seemed as if someone had pressed pause.

Lu Qinghou's pupils abruptly contracted. In his heart, he instantly made an instinctive judgment, then shouted, "All out!"

Everyone understood that now was the time to stake their lives.

And these two brats had been the ones to start it.

In that case, they would fight!

Right in the center of the training ground, two forces crashed together with a deafening boom.

The ball of light at the center suddenly burst apart, radiance blazing in every direction.

All the soul skills collided in an instant, directly blasting out a small mushroom cloud.

???

Was this a battle of gods?

Did they have to go this far?

Watching from the side, Ding Dayou felt as if he had stepped into the storybook novel I Reborn in Douluo