A Spear That Pierced the Heavens-This Spear Was Called Follow the Waves!

At the same time, the surrounding air was sucked away in an instant. Everyone below the platform felt their breathing catch, as though an invisible giant hand had fiercely clenched their hearts!

Even the four clan chiefs, who were Soul Douluo, found it difficult to breathe at that instant.

Boom!!!

Accompanied by an explosive roar that echoed throughout the Breaking Clan, the already shattered Soul Fighting Platform completely collapsed beneath that spear strike!

Countless fragments of stone shot into the sky, while dust filled the air and engulfed the entire square.

The four clan chiefs promptly released their Soul Power and formed a barrier that covered the entire Soul Fighting Platform, preventing the flying rubble from injuring their clansmen. Even so, amid the violent tremors that felt like the earth itself was overturning, everyone below the platform retreated in succession. Some even lost their footing and fell to the ground.

After a while, when everything had settled, everyone finally saw the scene atop the platform clearly.

The Soul Fighting Platform, which had originally stood three meters high and covered dozens of square meters, had now become a field of ruins. Broken walls and rubble lay everywhere. How was there even a trace of its former appearance left?

At the center of the ruins, Yang Jian stood with his spear in hand.

Not a speck of dust stained his body. He was like a green lotus rising unstained from the mud. Yet strangely, not the slightest aura emanated from him.

He seemed to have merged with heaven and earth itself, visible only to the naked eye.

Just then, a clearly distorted, shrill voice rang out, shattering the silence over the square.

"Look at the sky!"

A member of the Breaking Clan happened to glance skyward. The next moment, his pupils contracted violently, as though he had seen something utterly unbelievable.

In his agitation, he staggered back a step and fell flat on the ground. The finger pointing toward the sky trembled nonstop, and even his voice had changed pitch.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

The next second, a collective gasp rose from the square.

There was a hole in the sky!

The hole was a perfect circle, its edges as smooth as though cut by a blade. The clouds around it continuously surged inward, yet it was never enough to fill it.

The hole was like the eye of the heavens, hanging above the Breaking Clan and looking down upon everyone below.

The four clan chiefs exchanged glances, their gazes almost simultaneously falling upon the youth standing amid the ruins with his spear in hand.

Bai He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Niu Gao wore a blank expression, but his usually steady eyes were now filled with shock.

Tai Tan was completely stunned. After a long while, he muttered.

"Was that... left behind by that spear strike?"

No one answered him, because the answer was already written across the sky.

At that moment, Tainuo stood three zhang in front of Yang Jian.

He panted heavily, his chest rising and falling violently.

His bell-like eyes were full of lingering terror.

The last traces of alcohol in his mind had vanished completely the instant Yang Jian thrust out that spear.

No one understood the power of that strike better than he did.

At that instant, when that aura locked onto him, he had felt like prey targeted by a savage beast. The sickle called death had practically been pressed against his throat.

A flash of his life had passed through his mind. In that instant, he had truly thought he was going to die.

If Yang Jian had not shifted the spearhead upward by that single inch at the final moment, Power King Tainuo would likely no longer exist.

Though he was still standing here unharmed, both his legs had long since gone numb and lost all feeling.

If he had not been forcing himself to hold on, he would already have collapsed to the ground.

Was this brat really only twelve years old?! At such an age, he had actually comprehended such a lethal move?

An indescribably complicated emotion surged within Tainuo.

How did that bastard Yang Lin have such absurd luck?

When they were young, his cousin had been invincible among their peers. Now that they were old, his nephew was invincible among his peers too! Was he supposed to let anyone else live?

Perhaps because his thoughts were running wild, the breath he had been forcing himself to hold finally gave out.

Just as his legs weakened and he was about to fall in front of everyone, Yang Jian's figure suddenly crossed the distance of three zhang and appeared before him.

As he put away the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear, his right palm landed firmly on Tainuo's shoulder.

Tainuo froze.

Before he could react, a warm current of Soul Power flowed continuously from Yang Jian's palm into his body.

The weakness gradually faded, and strength returned to his body. Yang Jian's actions steadied his tottering frame and spared him the embarrassment of falling in front of everyone.

"Thank you, Uncle Tainuo, for helping me perfect my spear technique."

Yang Jian raised his head, a faint smile appearing at the corners of his lips.

That smile was open and sincere, without the slightest trace of pretense.

Tainuo met his dark, ink-black eyes. There was no arrogance at having defeated him in those eyes, only calm gratitude.

For a moment, Tainuo seemed to see the shadow of an old friend.

Tainuo stared blankly at Yang Jian for a long time.

Then, he suddenly laughed.

The smile began at the corners of his mouth, gradually spreading across his whole face before turning into a hearty burst of laughter.

"Good! Good kid!"

He slapped Yang Jian on the shoulder, the force of it making Yang Jian stagger.

"I'm a level fifty-seven Soul King, and I used four Soul Skills in a row! Yet you, brat, didn't reveal a single Soul Ring and only used one spear strike!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became. His voice grew louder and louder until it echoed across the entire square.

"Even though I lost, it was worth it to help you perfect your spear technique!"

He paused, suddenly recalling something.

"Right, what was that spear strike called?"

Yang Jian fell silent for a moment.

He thought of the old locust tree in the courtyard, of the withered leaves drifting in the autumn wind, and of the feeling he had experienced on the platform just now while facing Bai Chenxiang and the other two's combined assault—the feeling of merging with heaven and earth.

It was not resistance, nor was it evasion. It was simply following the current.

"Follow the Waves."

He spoke in a calm voice.

"This spear strike is called Follow the Waves."

"Follow the Waves?"

Tainuo savored those words, the light in his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Going with the flow? Acting according to the situation?"

He threw back his head and laughed, his laughter shaking the heavens.

"Good! What an excellent Follow the Waves!"

He slapped Yang Jian on the shoulder.

"From now on, the name of Power King Tainuo will surely become famous across the continent along with your spear strike, Follow the Waves!"

Below the platform, Tailong stood among the crowd, quietly watching the scene.

As he recalled that spear strike that had pierced the heavens, all his resentment and competitive impulses dissipated completely at that moment.

It was not surrender. It was seeing himself clearly.

Before an existence of this level, let alone surpassing him, being able to glimpse his back would already be enough to take pride in.

He took a deep breath and raised his head, his gaze clearer than ever before.

From this day onward, Yang Jian would be the goal he chased.

Even if he could not catch up, he would still give it everything he had.

Below the platform.

Bai He, Niu Gao, and Tai Tan exchanged glances before looking toward Yang Wudi.

Yang Wudi stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

Yet the pride in those aged eyes was impossible to suppress.

"The Soul Fighting Platform has been destroyed. I'm afraid today's sparring cannot continue."

Bai He spoke.

"What's left to compete over?"

Tai Tan crossed his arms over his chest.

"That spear strike already decided the outcome."

Niu Gao nodded, his words concise.

"The champion is Yang Jian."