Power King Tainuo, Soul Elder Battles Soul King!

That gaze was cold as a blade.

Tainuo shuddered, and his drunken haze instantly cleared by a third.

He looked at Yang Wudi, then at the flickering figure on the platform, and finally understood.

An epiphany? This kid was having an epiphany?

No wonder Yang Lin had praised his nephew to the skies while drinking today. Tainuo had thought the man was just spouting drunken nonsense, but it was actually true?

Tainuo took a deep breath and straightened up.

"Good lad!"

His eyes gleamed.

"Since Yang Lin's lousy spear has boasted that you're one of a kind, then I, the Power King, will lend you a hand!"

He waved a massive hand and shouted toward the platform.

"Son, you three get out of the way! Leave the rest to your old man!"

Tailong and the other two exchanged glances. Without hesitation, they retreated.

"Hah!!!"

Tainuo roared, and his body suddenly swelled!

His already hulking frame rapidly expanded at a visible rate. His muscles bulged, veins stood out, and he became like a moving mountain.

His arms extended again, hanging below his knees, while thick black fur pushed out from beneath his skin.

Great Strength Ape Martial Soul, possessed!

Five Soul Rings slowly rose beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple!

His aura erupted, fully revealing the strength of a level fifty-seven Soul King!

Below the platform, Bai Chenxiang pressed her lips tightly together, her eyes filled with worry.

Tailong stood below the platform, looking at his father's mountain-like figure with mixed feelings.

He suddenly realized that the gap between himself and Yang Jian might be far greater than he had imagined.

Because from beginning to end, Yang Jian had not even released his Soul Rings.

Meanwhile, he had not only played every card he had, but even joined forces with Bai Chenxiang and the others to attack Yang Jian, yet he had not so much as touched the corner of Yang Jian's clothes.

With a soft sigh, Tailong stopped thinking about it and simply stared at the platform.

At the same time, Tainuo moved.

His first and second Soul Rings lit up simultaneously. Bright yellow light enveloped him, and the inherited soul skills shared by father and son erupted with entirely different power in his hands.

If Tailong's attack was like a mountain collapsing, then Tainuo's was like the earth itself overturning. They were not on the same level at all!

He bent his legs slightly, then launched himself forward like a cannonball!

His left fist swept out, whipping up a howling gale. His right fist followed close behind, blasting the air with a deafening boom!

Both fists struck at once, pincer-attacking from either side!

The terrifying force compressed even the air into a shrill scream!

Below the platform, Yang Lin's expression changed drastically.

"Uncle! How could you let that stupid ape Tainuo go up there?"

He stomped his feet anxiously.

"That guy has no sense of restraint! What if he hurts Jian'er? I should have gone instead!"

Yang Wudi did not turn around. He only stared fixedly at the platform.

"It's too late to say anything now."

His voice was low, carrying unconcealed worry.

"We can only see whether Jian'er can withstand Tainuo's pressure."

On the platform, Yang Jian still had his eyes closed as he faced that thunderous strike.

Yet just as Tainuo's fists were about to hit him, his body suddenly drifted half an inch to the left.

That half-inch was enough. Tainuo's left fist roared past the edge of his clothes, while the right passed by his side. The gale it stirred sent his robes fluttering wildly.

But he did not fall. Like a fallen leaf, he rode the gale and drifted to safety.

A sharp glint flashed in Tainuo's eyes.

"Good lad!"

He shouted, and his assault only intensified!

Punch after punch poured down like a violent storm!

Countless fist shadows filled the sky, engulfing Yang Jian completely!

The explosions in the air grew louder and louder.

His fists were too fast and too powerful, tearing through the air with piercing shrieks!

At first, Tainuo had still held back somewhat.

After all, his opponent was only a twelve-year-old child. If he truly hurt him, he would have no way to answer to Yang Wudi.

But after several punches, he suddenly realized that this kid did not need him to hold back at all!

No matter how fast or heavy his fists were, Yang Jian could always evade at the last instant with the strangest possible movement, narrowly escaping every time!

Like a fallen leaf swaying in a gale, yet never being torn apart.

"Good!"

The more Tainuo fought, the more excited he became. The last traces of drunkenness had long vanished from his eyes.

In their place burned fierce fighting spirit.

His third Soul Ring suddenly lit up!

Purple light bloomed as he raised his right leg and stomped violently onto the ground.

"Boom!!!"

The already battered Soul Fighting Platform suffered another devastating blow!

Cracks spread outward like a spiderweb, surrounding Yang Jian in the blink of an eye!

Shattered stones flew everywhere, the air currents raged, and the entire Soul Fighting Platform shook violently!

Yet Yang Jian still stood there.

His figure swayed amid that violent assault, like a dancer balanced on a blade's edge, brushing past each attack by the narrowest margin.

Below the platform, the gazes of the four clan heads grew brighter and brighter.

Because they could clearly sense Yang Jian's aura slowly fading from their perception.

Or rather, it was becoming concealed.

He concealed his edge within. The moment his aura completely vanished would be the moment his epiphany succeeded!

Seeing a junior like Yang Jian remain completely unscathed under his Soul King-level attacks, Tainuo, drunk on battle, was beginning to get carried away. He frowned slightly as his fourth Soul Ring lit up.

Purple light blossomed. He spread his arms wide, his entire body like a fully drawn bow, then bent sharply at the waist and smashed both fists into the Soul Fighting Platform beneath his feet!

"Fourth Soul Skill—Force Tremor!"

"Boom!!!"

A deafening explosion erupted!

A powerful shockwave exploded outward from Tainuo's body in every direction!

Wherever the shockwave passed, the already shattered Soul Fighting Platform was struck again. The entire platform rocked violently, as though it would collapse at any moment.

And that invisible force field bore down on Yang Jian with overwhelming force!

At that critical moment, Yang Jian, whose eyes had remained tightly shut, finally opened them.

In that instant, everyone below the platform saw two streaks of golden lightning shoot from his eyes!

Then Yang Jian moved.

He lightly raised the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in his hand, then thrust it straight forward.

The spear tip pierced toward the invisible force field surging before him.

What happened next left everyone stunned.

When the straight shaft of the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear touched that terrifying force field, it actually bent!

The spear shaft rippled in waves, one after another, layer upon layer, like waves rolling across the sea.

And that terrifying force field seemed to encounter an invisible vortex, its power completely absorbed by the spear shaft!

Then Yang Jian's arm gave a slight tremor.

He then thrust the spear at Tainuo a second time.

This thrust was light and slow, so slow that everyone could clearly see its trajectory. Yet strangely, Tainuo could clearly feel that there was no way to evade it!