"Yin-Yang Great Dao·Silver Needle Tribulation Transcendence."
He pushed the yin and yang disk towards Pan Yue.
As the disk flew out, it continued to accelerate, compress, and condense, and finally turned into a gray-white light as thin as a hair, shooting towards the center of Pan Yue's eyebrows.
That ray of light condenses all the yin and yang power of Jiang Yingrou, and condenses the ultimate meaning of perfect balance between his Extreme Yin Body and the male body.
Pan Yue looked at the gray-white light shooting towards him.
He didn't dodge.
He clasped his hands together, and the seven-foot-tall stone shadow behind him clasped his hands together at the same time.
The last remaining dark gold vein patterns on the surface of the phantom's body all lit up, and all the power converged into the center of the phantom's eyebrows, condensing into a dark golden light spot.
Gray light shines into the shadow between the eyebrows.
Dark golden light spots exploded at the same time.
The two forces collided suddenly in the middle of Pan Yue's eyebrows, and the whole Arena suddenly shook.
The Principle inside the Coiling Dragon Pillar column simultaneously let out a final sharp whine, and deeper cracks appeared on the four Pillar columns at the same time.
The golden Principle giant network shattered into several cracks in the aftermath of the collision, and dense space debris surged around the edges of the cracks.
Gray-white light and dark golden light spots strangled three breaths between Pan Yue's eyebrows.
After three breaths, the gray-white light shattered inch by inch, turning into gray-white fragments that filled the sky and dissipated.
Jiang Yingrou's body fell backwards at the same moment the light shattered.
Dark red blood spurted out from his seven orifices at the same time, and the wounds on his body exploded at the same time.
The whole body is like a red lotus that has been completely destroyed by wind and rain, starting to break from the center of the flower.
His body began to turn into petals as he fell.
One piece, two pieces, ten pieces, a hundred pieces, a thousand pieces, ten thousand pieces.
Billions of red petals flew out from his broken body, each one the size of a fingernail.
The whole body is as red as blood, with a faint golden glow on the edge.
Those petals circled in the sky above Arena for several times, and then like a piece of red snow, slowly fell, scattered, and drifted away from Arena.
The petals are floating more and more, and they are floating farther and farther.
They floated across the stands, past Arena, and towards the vast Boundary Sea in the distance.
Billions of red petals are flying, rotating and chasing in the wind, like a rain of flowers that never falls, slowly drifting towards the deepest part of the Boundary Sea.
The places where those petals floated left a vague warm fragrance, sweet but not greasy.
It has a hint of extremely hidden spiciness, like the last remaining warmth of a charcoal fire that is about to go out.
Jiang Yingrou disappeared.
There was only a rain of red petals still falling slowly on Arena.
Those petals gently brushed against the Arena stone surface, taking away his last breath.
Then it continued to float in the direction of the Boundary Sea, getting further and further away, getting lighter and lighter, and finally merged into the gray-blue sea line at the end of Sky Vault.
Pan Yue stands in the center of Arena.
There is a very thin gray-white mark between his eyebrows, which is the mark left by Jiang Yingrou's last blow.
His stone shadow has dissipated, and his five-foot-tall body is covered with silver-white marks burned by the power of yin and yang.
The dark golden veins have mostly dimmed.
His breathing was much heavier than before, and there were several deep marks cut by the rays of light and shadow on the bone plate of his chest.
But he stood. His feet were nailed to the Arena stone bricks as if they had roots, and his dark golden eyes calmly stared at the distant red flower rain.
"Jiang Yingrou."
He spoke, and his dull voice echoed above Arena.
"You played well."
"But, it's still not as good as me."
"But it's a pity, such a good furnace and tripod."