"Yin-Yang Great Dao: Silver Needle Tribulation Transcendence."
He pushed the yin-yang disc toward Pan Yue.
As the disc flew, it accelerated, compressed, and condensed without cease, finally becoming a gray-white thread of light as fine as a hair that shot toward Pan Yue's brow.
That thread of light held all of Jiang Yingrou's remaining yin-yang power, embodying the ultimate essence of the perfect balance between his extreme yin body and his male form.
Pan Yue watched the gray-white thread of light shooting toward him.
He did not dodge.
He pressed his palms together, and the seventy-foot-tall stone phantom behind him did the same.
The last remaining dark-gold mineral-vein patterns on the phantom's surface all lit up. All its power gathered at the center of its brow, condensing into a dark-gold point of light.
The gray-white thread of light pierced the phantom's brow.
The dark-gold point of light exploded at the same instant.
The two forces collided with a thunderous crash at the center of Pan Yue's brow, and the entire arena shuddered violently.
The laws within the Coiling Dragon Pillars let out one final, piercing wail in unison, and deeper cracks appeared in all four pillars.
The vast golden net of laws split in several places under the collision's shock waves, dense swarms of spatial fragments churning along the edges of the rents.
The gray-white thread and the dark-gold point of light fought to annihilate each other at Pan Yue's brow for three breaths.
Three breaths later, the gray-white thread shattered inch by inch, dissolving into a sky full of gray-white motes.
Jiang Yingrou's body fell backward at the very instant that thread of light shattered.
Dark-red blood gushed from all seven of his facial orifices, and the wounds across his body burst open at once.
His entire body was