Primordial Spear Art, Fifth Form-Asura!

Yang Jian's voice was not loud, yet it clearly pierced through the roar of the waves.

The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in his hand rose and fell, its butt striking the air with a boom.

That ordinary-looking blow made even the air tremble, sending out visible ripples.

Starting from the point where the spear butt had struck, those ripples spread outward in circles, like a stone dropped into a tranquil lake.

Purple-gold ripples radiated in all directions from the point struck by the spear butt.

They were not especially fast; at the very least, they seemed unhurried compared to Bo Saixi's hundred-meter wave.

Yet wherever they passed, everything seemed to be gently brushed by an invisible hand.

The surging waves abruptly calmed the instant the purple-gold ripples swept over them.

Even that hundred-meter wave seemed to have all its strength drained away the moment the purple-gold ripples touched it. Its massive wall of water began collapsing layer by layer from the top.

The seawater crashed back onto the ocean's surface with a dull, thunderous boom, throwing mist high into the air.

The mist drifted in the sea breeze, refracting the sunlight into countless tiny, fleeting rainbows.

Sunlight shone down once more, illuminating Yang Jian and Bo Saixi again.

Having dispelled Bo Saixi's attack with a single move, Yang Jian's aura did not subside. Instead, it erupted with even greater force.

The nine Soul Rings beneath his feet began to shake violently. This trembling was completely unlike the usual rhythmic pulses of Soul Rings. Each one seemed to have been flooded with excessive energy, spinning madly beneath Yang Jian's feet.

From within to without, the nine Soul Rings lit up one after another, each releasing a burst of light as it did.

The last to light up was the purple-gold Soul Ring