The enormous bull's hoof stomped down viciously from midair. The terrifying radiance unleashed by the ninth soul skill descended in an instant, this blow carrying the full momentum and pressure of a Super Douluo.
Watching the attack, Li Qingming's mouth twitched slightly. He knew perfectly well that he could not withstand it.
His strength was indeed formidable, but using the body of a Seventh Ring cultivator to directly resist a Pseudo-Ultimate Douluo was simply too outrageous.
Even if his strength had already reached the level of a Titled Douluo, he would most likely still be no match for Xuan Zi.
He might not have been defeated easily, but he still would not have been able to win, much less now, when he only had seven rings.
However, Li Qingming did not care.
He had long since gathered all his power here. He had come prepared to die, intending to use the Ice-Snow Clone to re-form his true body and complete his revival.
But the problem now was that Xuan Zi truly was powerful—so powerful that even Li Qingming was somewhat surprised.
Yet honestly, it had not exceeded his expectations.
Judging by the power Mu En had erupted with before, Xuan Zi, as a level ninety-eight Super Douluo, should have been only one final step away.
But after carefully comparing them and observing closely, Li Qingming discovered that the gap between Xuan Zi and Mu En was actually this vast.
Xuan Zi was certainly powerful, but the difference between level ninety-eight and level ninety-nine truly resembled an insurmountable chasm.
Perhaps it was because Mu En's martial soul was the Light Holy Dragon, one of the strongest martial souls, or perhaps there were other reasons.
In any case, the oppression Mu En brought was far greater than Xuan Zi's.
As that terrifying