Soul Power surged explosively through Yun Ming's limbs and bones, streams of pale white and deep blue light intertwining as they burst from his meridians and out of his body.
Fine fragments of metal armor condensed from the void, layer upon layer of armor plating climbing up from his calves.
Ancient Sky-Propping patterns were engraved upon his knee guards, while heavy waist armor closed around and tightened over his body.
The armor covering his chest and abdomen gleamed white as jade, blue patterns winding across its surface like flowing rivers.
His shoulder armor abruptly rose, six sharp metal wings spreading out to either side.
A faint, gentle holy spirit glow lingered around the edges of the wings.
The instant the armor around his shoulders and neck locked into place, a full-face helmet descended, leaving only a pair of deep eyes visible through the gaps in the armor.
A vast and overwhelming Douluo pressure spread outward, making the air tremble faintly beneath the divine power carried by the heavy armor.
Sky-Propping Douluo Yun Ming's aura rose once more to a new peak with the appearance of this battle armor.
"This is Yun Ming at his strongest."
The corners of Guan Yue's lips lifted slightly as he murmured softly.
Holy Spirit Sky-Propping!
This was Sky-Propping Douluo Yun Ming's Four-Word Battle Armor!
Four-Word Battle Armor, the greatest achievement of human soul technology today.
As quasi-gods, they could use Four-Word Battle Armor to further touch upon that realm.
It brought them a few steps closer to the realm known as godhood.
"Interesting."
A rare trace of seriousness appeared in Leng Hanyuan's eyes.
With the Holy Spirit Sky-Propping battle armor enhancing him, Yun Ming was already capable of placing pressure on him.
He was even stronger than the Beast God Di Tian of the past.
"Is this the strongest human soul master ten thousand years later?"
The Two Emperors of Ice and Snow within the sea of consciousness also sensed the might radiating from Yun Ming and sighed in awe.
By comparison, the two Limit Douluo who had dominated the continent ten thousand years ago—Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao and Death God Douluo Ye Xishui—seemed exceptionally weak.
With Four-Word Battle Armor enhancing him, Yun Ming could have pinned the two of them down and beaten them without any difficulty.
Even so, neither of the Two Emperors of Ice and Snow felt the slightest panic.
Their trust in Leng Hanyuan had not diminished in the least.
They firmly believed that even with the disadvantage of Yun Ming possessing Four-Word Battle Armor, Leng Hanyuan would not lose.
As Leng Hanyuan's soul spirits, they understood his strength better than anyone else.
"Sir, be careful."
Yun Ming spoke softly.
Seeing that Yun Ming had already donned his Four-Word Battle Armor while Leng Hanyuan still showed no intention of releasing any battle armor, a strange light flickered in Yun Ming's eyes.
Was it arrogance, or absolute confidence in his own strength?
If Leng Hanyuan had known what Yun Ming was thinking, he would surely have shaken his finger and his head.
Neither.
He simply did not have any.
Yun Ming did not waste any more words.
He gripped the silver spear tightly, his knuckles turning white.
He poured every last bit of his remaining Soul Power into the spear.
The silver spear began to tremble violently, and the golden spiral pattern at its tip started spinning madly.
It spun faster and faster until it finally became a golden halo around the spearhead.
At the same time, the ninth soul ring beneath his feet lit up.
The surrounding clouds began to rotate, forming a massive vortex with Yun Ming at its center.
He raised his spear.
Ninth Soul Skill—Sky-Propping Sun-Shooting.
Not many people on the continent knew this name.
Even fewer had seen it.
Because most who had seen it were dead.
The instant the spearhead pointed at Leng Hanyuan, Leng Hanyuan withdrew his ice wings.
The golden light reflected in his icy blue pupils. His pupils contracted slightly, then his lips moved.
Yun Ming gave him no extra time.
The spear flew.
The Sky-Propping Spear left his hand.
The moment the silver spear flew free, the entire sky lit up.
Golden flames burned along the spear's shaft, trailing a straight streak through the air.
The air on both sides of its path twisted under the scorching heat.
Ahead of the spearhead, space melted and shattered layer by layer, like wax pierced by a red-hot iron needle.
It was like a golden arrow fired from the ground toward the sun.
Its speed was incomparably fast, reaching Leng Hanyuan in an instant.
Leng Hanyuan did not dodge.
He crossed his hands before him, fingers spread, palms facing the golden arrow.
The ice wings behind him snapped open to their limit, their tips piercing into the void.
His icy blue eyes lit up.
Pale, frigid, devoid of warmth.
"Mystic Phoenix—"
Leng Hanyuan's lips moved as he uttered those two words.
The two words fell.
The space before him began to freeze.
Layer upon layer of ice mirrors formed before him.
Complex patterns flowed across the surface of every ice mirror.
Seven ice mirrors formed at once in less than half a blink, stacked one behind another.
Like seven transparent city walls blocking the path before him.
The Sky-Propping Spear crashed into them.
The first ice mirror shattered instantly.
It broke without the slightest suspense, as though it were made of paper. Before the fragments could fly away, the golden flames on the spear evaporated them, leaving not even a trace of mist.
The spear's momentum did not lessen.
The second mirror shattered as well.
Then came the third, the fourth...
Each time an ice mirror shattered, Leng Hanyuan's body trembled slightly, yet his expression did not change at all.
The fifth ice mirror held for half a second. Cracks spread from its center to its edges, covering it like a spiderweb before it finally exploded into ice shards that filled the sky.
Though it still had not stopped the attack, the change had begun to show.
The outer layer of golden flame around the spearhead had already been worn away.
The spearhead pierced into the sixth ice mirror, but it did not immediately break through.
Golden Soul Power and icy blue power struggled against each other on the mirror's surface.
They erupted with a blinding radiance, splitting the entire sky in two.
One half golden, the other white.
The two colors tore savagely at each other.
They produced a piercing, shrill screech.
A crack opened at the corner of Leng Hanyuan's eye.
There was no blood, only a thin white mark.
Cold air seeped out from it like an extremely fine wisp of smoke.
Bang!
The sixth ice mirror shattered as well.
Nearly all the golden flames on the Sky-Propping Spear's tip had gone out.
The exposed silver spear beneath was covered in cracks.
Only the final ice mirror remained.
At that moment, Leng Hanyuan suddenly made a move no one had expected.
He withdrew his wings from defense and gathered all the cold air into his hands.
Then he thrust both hands forward, pressing them against the back of the seventh ice mirror.
The seventh ice mirror abruptly thickened threefold.
A huge phantom of the Mystic Phoenix projected out from the ice mirror.
When the spearhead struck the mirror, there was no sound.
The entire world fell silent.
There was only a single light, gold and white mixed together.
The light faded.
The spear stopped against the mirror.
The spearhead had pierced a third of the way into the mirror, but it had failed to penetrate it.
Cracks spread outward from the spearhead, densely crawling over the entire ice mirror.
At its center, a hole the size of a fist had already shattered open.
Leng Hanyuan's face was on the other side of the hole, less than a palm's distance from the spearhead.
He stood where he was without retreating a single step.
The shaft of the silver spear trembled violently several times.
Then it lost its power and fell from the air like an ordinary iron rod.
It plunged into the ground below with a dull thud.
Yun Ming, his face deathly pale, panted heavily as he stared blankly at Leng Hanyuan before him.
The crack at the corner of Leng Hanyuan's eye finally seeped out a drop of blood.
But it did not fall.
It froze halfway down.
It hung beneath the corner of his eye like a bead of blood-red ice.
Leng Hanyuan raised a hand and flicked the icy bead away with the back of his finger.
Then he raised his head and looked at Yun Ming.
His gaze was calm.
There was no mockery in his icy blue eyes.
At some unknown moment, a sharp ice feather had appeared before Yun Ming's throat.
"You lost."
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