Sea Dragon's fists had always been known for their fierceness, yet against Yang Guyun's suicidal style of fighting, he was forced back again and again.
After all, Sea Dragon still had his reason, while Yang Guyun had gone berserk.
His Demon-Breaking Domain was utterly useless against Yang Guyun's reckless attacks. Instead, the pure, extreme piercing force at the tip of Yang Guyun's spear left him unable to advance a single step.
"You're not a Soul Douluo," Sea Dragon suddenly said.
How could a Soul Douluo possibly possess only this much combat power?
Yang Guyun did not answer. He thrust his spear.
The spear tip tore through the air in a blood-red arc, shooting straight at Sea Dragon.
Sea Dragon crossed his fists and took the blow head-on.
The blue light around his fists shattered instantly, fragments scattering like glass.
His entire body flew backward. His back smashed through half a stone railing, and he nearly fell off the cliff.
Sea Spear was greatly alarmed. He swept his long spear across, blocking Yang Guyun's path.
Yet Zhou Qiubai followed him like a shadow, his sword tip already hovering three inches from Sea Spear's heart.
"You've lost," Zhou Qiubai said.
Sea Spear's movements froze.
He slowly turned his head and met Zhou Qiubai's calm eyes.
There was no killing intent in them, nor any mockery—only an exceedingly deep certainty.
The outcome had long been decided. Zhou Qiubai had merely been waiting for this moment.
Sea Dragon climbed out from the rubble, blood at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Yang Guyun, then at Zhou Qiubai, and suddenly burst into laughter.
"I ascended the Sacred Pillar at twelve, became famous across Sea God Island at seventeen, and defeated all seven sea cities by twenty-three." Sea Dragon laughed, but his voice gradually