This strike held nothing back. He would succeed or die trying.
Yu Qiankun's decision had been swift.
At the critical moment, he had realized that only a desperate reversal offered any chance of survival.
But under Li Qing's control, Song Tianda had already made the same decision.
The power of the army below was drawn away in an instant!
The golden sword in his hand erupted with countless rays of light.
Two forces of derived logic collided in the blink of an eye.
But Li Qing had already grasped every flaw and weakness in his opponent's logic.
His sword struck precisely at a weakness in the opposing force.
The pitch-black spear unleashed a spear ray that could pierce anything!
Yet the instant the spear ray met the golden sword light, the sword light struck a precise point upon it.
That point happened to be where the derived logic was weakest!
There was a clear flaw in the flow of logic there.
And in a battle where needlepoint met awl tip, that tiny flaw was decisive.
With a single blow, the black spear ray shattered!
The golden sword light flashed through Yu Qiankun's heart.
A fist-sized, bloody hole appeared in the left side of his chest.
Disbelief filled Yu Qiankun's eyes. His mouth opened, but no words came out!
The next moment, all strength left him, and he fell toward the ground.
Song Tianda raised his golden sword high. "The rebel leader is dead! Surrender, and you will be spared!"
The million soldiers below were just as exhausted, but they immediately raised their weapons and shouted.
"The rebel leader is dead! Surrender, and you will be spared!"
"The rebel leader is dead! Surrender, and you will be spared!"
Their cries shook the heavens. The eight hundred thousand troops under Yu Qiankun's