Madness! He Chose to Enter Enlightenment in Battle?!

The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade in Yang Jian's hand was even steadier than the Defense Clan's defenses.

No matter which direction his fists came from, that weapon always blocked their path at just the right moment.

Impenetrable, airtight.

"Damn it!"

The longer Tailong fought, the more anxious he became; the more anxious he became, the more irritable he grew.

He could feel countless gazes fixed upon him from below the platform.

So he absolutely could not lose!

With an angry roar, the sole thousand-year Soul Ring beneath Tailong's feet suddenly erupted with a deep violet glow!

Third Soul Skill, Source of Power!

As he roared, his already mountain-like body swelled even further!

The veins beneath his skin bulged like little snakes, twisting and winding across his body.

A violent vortex of power spread outward from him, making even the air grow heavy.

"Roar!"

Tailong abruptly raised his right foot and stomped heavily on the ground!

Boom!

A terrifying sight appeared.

The entire Soul Fighting Platform shook violently!

A crack rapidly spread from beneath his foot, shooting straight toward Yang Jian!

Wherever the crack passed, shattered stones were hurled into the air by violent currents, flying several meters high!

This strike carried absolute destructive force. Once the crack spread beneath his feet, he would be attacked simultaneously by the violent airflow and flying stones!

Below the platform, everyone turned to watch.

On the platform, Yang Jian's gaze fell upon the rapidly approaching crack.

His first instinct was to dodge.

With his strength, avoiding this attack would not be difficult, even without using a Soul Skill.

But just as he was about to move, an image suddenly appeared in his mind.

In the courtyard, the autumn wind swept up withered leaves, sending them spinning and fluttering through the air.

They had no power to resist the gale, yet they were not torn apart by its force.

Because they moved with the wind, following its direction and yielding to its force.

Yang Jian suddenly froze.

In that instant, he felt as though he had grasped something.

A flash of insight streaked through his mind.

He slowly closed his eyes and imagined himself as a withered leaf.

Below the platform, everyone was stunned.

Yang Jian had closed his eyes? At a time like this, he had closed his eyes?

The crack was already close, and the flying stones were already upon him. The next second, they would strike him.

Some of the more timid girls had already covered their eyes, unable to watch the bloody scene that might follow.

Bai Chenxiang did not cover her eyes, but her fingers had already clenched tightly around the hem of her clothes.

Yet what happened next made everyone below the platform widen their eyes.

When the violent airflow crashed into Yang Jian, his body suddenly became light and weightless.

The current pushed him, and he simply drifted upward like a fallen leaf.

He narrowly brushed past the crack.

The flying stones whistled past his sides without even touching the corner of his clothes.

The smugness in Tailong's eyes froze at that instant.

His eyes widened as he stared at the scene in disbelief.

How was that possible? At such a short distance, with such a fast attack, how could he possibly evade it?

Luck—it had to be luck!

"I refuse to believe your luck can stay this good forever!"

Tailong roared, raised his right foot again, and stomped repeatedly against the platform!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Crack after crack shot toward Yang Jian in a crisscrossing pattern!

Rubble flew everywhere, the air currents raged, and the entire Soul Fighting Platform trembled!

He refused to believe that Yang Jian could still evade such a dense barrage!

But what happened next began to make Tailong question his entire life.

Every time, every single time his attacks were about to hit Yang Jian, Yang Jian would evade in advance.

No, he was not evading... those air currents were pushing him away!

Yang Jian's body truly seemed to have become a fallen leaf.

No matter which direction the airflow came from, he could follow its force and drift toward safety.

Light and natural.

Tailong's attacks grew increasingly frenzied, yet Yang Jian's figure became increasingly composed.

Below the platform, the gazes of the four clan leaders were all fixed firmly on Yang Jian.

Four pairs of eyes did not blink.

After a long while, Tai Tan opened his mouth, his voice full of disbelief.

"This is..."

Bai He's pupils contracted slightly, and at some point, the fingers stroking his beard had stopped moving.

Could he be...?

Niu Gao rarely took the initiative to speak, but his voice was low and certain.

"Enlightenment!"

"Enlightenment?!"

Bai He sucked in a cold breath.

"He entered enlightenment in battle?!"

As Soul Douluo experts, their experience and insight were vast.

The mysterious aura around Yang Jian and his state of merging with heaven and earth were clearly the rare, once-in-a-lifetime state of enlightenment!

Unlike Bai He and the others, who were merely shocked, Yang Wudi, as Yang Jian's grandfather, saw things more clearly. The pressure Tailong brought alone was far from enough!

He looked toward Bai Chenxiang beside him and spoke at once.

"Xiangxiang, you go up too. Attack Jian'er!"

Bai Chenxiang froze and pointed at herself. "Huh? You want me to attack..."

"Go, Xiangxiang!"

With urgency in his voice, Bai He interrupted his granddaughter's hesitation.

Of course he knew what enlightenment meant.

Once this mysterious state was interrupted, one might never be able to enter it again for the rest of one's life.

But if it continued smoothly, Yang Jian would certainly benefit from it for the rest of his life!

What he needed most now was sufficient pressure. Only enough pressure could let Yang Jian go further in that mysterious state.

"Alright!"

Bai Chenxiang came to her senses and nodded firmly.

White light surged around her, and a pair of snow-white wings spread from her back.

Two yellow Soul Rings flashed beneath her feet as Bai Chenxiang transformed into a streak of light and charged toward the Soul Fighting Platform!

"Not enough. The Speed Clan prizes speed above all else, but their attack power is insufficient."

Niu Gao suddenly spoke, his voice as low and hard as iron.

Then, his gaze swept over the crowd before finally landing on a sturdy figure among the Defense Clan.

"Niu Fei, you go too. Attack Yang Jian."

From the crowd, a young man emerged, his build no less burly than Tailong's.

He was one of the Defense Clan's outstanding younger members. Though his Soul Power was not as high as Tailong's, he was still a three-ring Soul Elder.

Hearing Niu Gao's words, Niu Fei did not hesitate in the slightest. With a forceful push from both legs, he leaped onto the Soul Fighting Platform.

Tailong had heard every word exchanged by the clan leaders below and realized that Yang Jian was currently in a state of enlightenment.

Logically, he only needed to pretend to exert himself to disrupt Yang Jian's enlightened state and make him suffer a tremendous loss.

But he could not bring himself to do such a thing. He was displeased with Yang Jian, but he did not hate him.

Since that was the case, I, Tailong, will lend you a hand. I want to see whether you really are as uniquely gifted as Grandpa said!

With that thought in mind, Tailong looked toward Bai Chenxiang and Niu Fei, who had landed on the platform.

"I'll take the lead. You two support me. I refuse to believe this guy really has three heads and six arms and can defeat all three of us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tailong stopped using his third Soul Skill, which consumed an enormous amount of Soul Power. Instead, he clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit, and charged at Yang Jian once more.