Requesting Leave

The author had a cold and his brain had no energy. On top of that, he had been working overtime a lot lately and really could not hold on anymore. He had asked his boss for leave tomorrow, and would make it up to you then.

Sorry, everyone.

Inside. The chess match of Douluo Continent, the clash of factions, and the desperate battles of life and death from moments ago all seemed to have turned into distant dust and clamor behind him.

From beginning to end, his temperament had been indifferent and his actions decisive. Once the battle was settled, he no longer entangled himself in external disputes.

With only a thought, the Myriad Creation Dragon God markings between his brows flashed faintly. Spatial power rippled outward layer by layer, the light and shadow around him shrank slightly, and his figure had already torn through the rift in the Douluo Plane's barrier, returning together with the three great Star Dragons.

No words were needed, and no signal was required. The two had been fellow disciples for years and had fought side by side through a hundred battles; their tacit understanding in spear arts had long since been carved into their bones.

Yun Ming suppressed the restless Soul Power around him and withdrew his frontal assault. His spear momentum shifted in rotation, firmly locking down every evasive route available to Sagittarius Star Dragon, paving the way for the newcomer's killing blow.

Above the void, a tall, straight figure stood on the wind, silver spear hanging down, utterly silent.

It was the one titled Yue Tian, the rank ninety-nine quasi-god Limit Douluo, Guan Yue!

His gaze was cold as he locked onto the unruly Sagittarius Star Dragon ahead. As he raised his hand, spear light lightly emerged, without the slightest flourish,