A Soul Beast That Five Soul Kings Couldn't Defeat Was Split in Two by Yang Jian?

The entire process took no more than a breath, without even the slightest sound. The illusion-inducing soul skill that would have given ordinary Soul Kings a headache was as fragile as punctured paper before Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye.

Yang Jian's expression did not change. His gaze lingered only briefly on the three fleeing Soul Kings before he turned toward the violent figure rapidly closing in.

The Bi-Wing Bird had arrived.

This bloodthirsty Soul Beast was now completely ruled by savage killing intent. Its single eye held only the moving targets ahead.

In its perception, every living thing standing in its way was prey, something that had to be torn apart.

And Yang Jian stood directly in front of it.

The Bi-Wing Bird did not hesitate. Its spear-like beak ripped through the air as it charged at high speed, releasing a piercing shriek.

Its hind legs stomped violently against the ground, and its entire body shot toward Yang Jian's chest like a boulder hurled from a catapult, carrying overwhelming force.

If that strike landed, even a thick city wall would be pierced through, let alone a body of flesh and blood.

The bird's beak was less than three meters from Yang Jian's chest.

At that instant, Yang Jian moved.

Black light suddenly spread beneath his feet like ink dispersing through water.

Three Soul Rings rose from beneath him and slowly revolved around his body—black, black-purple, black!

The appearance of the three Soul Rings made the surrounding air seem to sink.

But it was not over yet.

Yang Jian's first and second Soul Rings lit up almost simultaneously. Two pillars of light shot into the sky, enveloping his entire body.

First Soul Skill, Domination Domain!

A golden halo spread from beneath Yang Jian's feet, covering an area within ten meters.

Within this domain, Yang Jian's Soul Power began to boil. His muscles tensed, and his bones emitted a faint hum.

All attributes increased by fifty percent, attack and defense doubled, and pain was completely blocked out.

At this moment, although he was only a Soul Ancestor, his attributes had already leaped to the level of a Soul King.

Second Soul Skill, Terrorclaw Sky-Rending!

Dazzling golden light erupted from the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear. The ancient patterns along its shaft seemed to come alive, flowing over the weapon like golden dragons.

A thin layer of golden sharpness flickered around the spear blade. Wherever it passed, fine cracks were cut into the air itself.

Strength doubled, attack power doubled, with an additional one hundred percent armor-piercing effect.

This Soul Ring from an eight-thousand-year Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear now bestowed this divine weapon with extreme destructive power.

The power of the two Soul Rings empowered Yang Jian at once, and the fluctuations of Soul Power within him instantly surged to their peak.

At that moment, the aura radiating from him had already surpassed that of the five Soul Kings who had besieged the Bi-Wing Bird earlier.

The Bi-Wing Bird sensed the terrifying aura that had suddenly erupted from Yang Jian.

The savagery and killing intent in its blood-red eye abruptly froze, replaced by an almost human-like daze.

Yang Jian seized the opportunity and swung the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in his hand.

His movements flowed like water, without the slightest hesitation.

The spear shaft traced a perfect arc in his hand, slashing diagonally upward from below.

The golden edge on the spear blade suddenly expanded at that instant, becoming a golden blade of light several yards long that swept out with the momentum to tear apart heaven and earth.

His voice carried a cold murmur as indifferent as the god of death.

"First form of the Primordial Spear Art—Follow the Waves."

Golden light instantly filled the Bi-Wing Bird's entire field of vision.

The final image reflected in that blood-red eye was an overwhelming expanse of gold.

The body of the twenty-thousand-year Bi-Wing Bird was like a sheet of thin paper before the golden blade of light, cleanly split into two.

The two halves of its body flew off in opposite directions. Dark teal scales and feathers, along with crimson flesh and blood, sprayed through the air. Its signature spear-like beak spun away and embedded deeply into the trunk of a large tree.

After cleaving through the Bi-Wing Bird, the golden blade of light did not slow.

It continued forward with unstoppable force. Every towering tree in its path was severed the moment it touched the light blade, their cut surfaces smooth as mirrors.

More than a hundred towering trees that required two people to encircle them were as fragile as reeds before the golden blade, cut down in swathes and crashing to the ground.

The light blade finally struck the earth, forcibly carving out a ravine ten meters wide and nearly two meters deep.

Dirt and shattered stones were flung into the air by the immense impact, as though churned up by an invisible giant hand.

The ravine extended forward for nearly a hundred meters before finally dissipating against the mountainside.

Smoke and dust filled the air, while wood chips fluttered everywhere.

Within several hundred meters, the area was a complete mess.

Yang Jian withdrew his spear and stood still. The golden edge on the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear slowly faded, revealing the ancient spear shaft beneath it.

His breathing was slightly heavier than usual, and the rise and fall of his chest was more pronounced.

Using that move while in nearly full condition had consumed more than half the Soul Power in his body.

The enhancement from Domination Domain, the amplification from Terrorclaw Sky-Rending, and the full-force execution of the first form of the Primordial Spear Art—these three expenditures combined left even Yang Jian, whose Soul Power reserves far exceeded those of Soul Masters at the same level, feeling somewhat strained.

Less than thirty percent of his Soul Power remained. If another powerful enemy attacked, he likely would not be able to unleash another strike of equal power.

But it had all been worth it.

Yang Jian's gaze fell upon the Bi-Wing Bird's two halves.

A mass of deep black light slowly rose from the remains, gradually condensing into a complete black Soul Ring. It hovered quietly in the air, radiating a gentle yet profound glow.

A twenty-thousand-year Soul Ring, something that would drive even Soul Emperors mad.

Yet Yang Jian did not absorb it immediately. The vertical mark between his brows opened once more. In his Heavenly Eye state, invisible spiritual power spread outward in ripples, and every scene within a thousand meters appeared clearly in his mind.

The three Soul Kings were not within his range of perception, meaning they had long since fled beyond a thousand meters.

Within that thousand-meter radius, apart from fallen trees and drifting smoke and dust, there were no threatening creatures.

After confirming it was safe, Yang Jian closed his Heavenly Eye, gripped the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear, and slowly walked toward the black Soul Ring.

After exhaling softly, he thrust the tip of the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear through the center of the Soul Ring.

The deep black light immediately spread up the spear shaft like black vines winding around it, then traveled through the handle into Yang Jian's palm.

An enormous and pure surge of Soul Power poured into Yang Jian's body.

That power carried the Bi-Wing Bird's savagery and killing intent from before its death, attempting to assault Yang Jian's meridians and consciousness.