Sky-Piercing Divine Spear, Bloody Night Battle

Li Yunming's spear, imbued with the power of laws, seemed to tear through the night sky. Carrying incomparable purifying light, it thrust straight at Qiu Qianchi.

"Myriad Souls Barrier!"

Mournful ghostly wails instantly erupted as ink-black mist surged from the bone staff, rapidly condensing before him into a massive black shield formed from countless twisted, wailing souls. Resentment soared from the shield as though it were connected to the netherworld itself.

"Sss—!"

The dazzling white spear tip collided violently with the shield of vengeful souls. Rather than the anticipated earth-shattering explosion, it produced a tooth-grinding sound, like red-hot iron plunging into ice water. The Purification Holy Light and the utterly vile resentment frantically eroded and wore away at one another. Wherever the white light passed, the howling souls vanished as swiftly as snow beneath sunlight. Yet the black mist poured forth without end, wave after wave, desperately holding back the spear tip's advance.

Qiu Qianchi felt a vast, majestic force, carrying peerless sharpness, transmit through the Myriad Souls Barrier. It numbed his arms and churned his blood and qi, filling him with even greater shock. Li Yunming's power was actually this pure and domineering! The quality of his Soul Power was far above mine!

"Hmph! How dare such wicked filth block my divine spear!" Li Yunming's expression did not change. The arm holding his spear remained as steady as a mountain, while the golden-red ninth soul ring behind him suddenly blazed with light. "Ninth Soul Skill, Divine Radiance · Evilbreaker!"

The Sky-Piercing Divine Spear shook violently, and its tip erupted with divine radiance ten times more intense than before! That light seemed capable of dispelling all darkness and evil in the world. The Myriad Souls Barrier was like grease cast into blazing fire, melting and evaporating at an unprecedented speed. The shrill ghostly wails became cries of despair.

"Not good!" Qiu Qianchi's face changed dramatically. He could feel the vengeful soul power he had gathered being completely purified and dismantled! He made his decision at once, spitting a mouthful of blood essence onto the bone staff. Black light surged from the staff. "Soulburst!"

"Boom!!"

He detonated the remaining vengeful soul power in an instant, regardless of the cost! A massive sphere of black energy spread outward with a destructive shockwave, forcibly halting the Sky-Piercing Divine Spear's advance for a moment. Borrowing the recoil, Qiu Qianchi retreated hundreds of meters. His face had gone slightly pale; that move had clearly drained him greatly and damaged the vengeful souls he had nurtured within his bone staff for many years.

He stared fixedly at Li Yunming, who still floated where he was, robes fluttering as though that attack had merely been a casual strike. His eyes were filled with wariness and disbelief. After only one exchange, he had actually fallen into a disadvantage and had even been forced to damage his own artifact to escape!

"Damn Li Yunming, how could he be this powerful? His aura is already infinitely close to that of a Divine Official. Damn it, damn it. Neither Old Sha nor I can defeat him alone. To deal with him, the two of us must join forces. I never thought the Li Family had hidden such a terrifying opponent. But..." Qiu Qianchi gritted his teeth viciously.

No. Now that we've completely fallen out with the Li Family, Li Yunming will definitely become a huge problem. And at his age, he's already attempting to break into the God Realm. We must find a way to stop him, or the Qiu Family will lose even more of its young men. In an instant, Qiu Qianchi had considered the consequences that would follow.

Meanwhile, Li Tianwu's battle against the Qiu Family's level-98 Super Douluo presented an entirely different scene.

Li Tianwu's opponent possessed a martial soul in the form of a massive mountain-cleaving axe. His strength was incomparably fierce, and his soul rings followed the standard configuration of two yellow, two purple, and five black. His name was Qiu Wanjun, and he followed the path of overwhelming all techniques with sheer strength.

"Nine Heaven-Splitting Forms, First Form, Mountain-Severing!" Qiu Wanjun roared. The massive mountain-cleaving axe tore through the air with a piercing shriek as it came crashing down at Li Tianwu's head in the simplest, most brutal manner possible! Before the axe blade even arrived, the horrifying pressure had already left the onlookers below unable to breathe.

Li Tianwu's gaze remained calm. Faced with this strike capable of splitting mountains and shattering stone, he did not choose to meet it head-on. With a slight movement of his feet, his body drifted like a willow catkin in the wind, yet also like a phantom, slipping past the enormous axe blade by the narrowest margin. At the same time, he formed a sword gesture with two fingers, condensing the Emperor Sword Domain at his fingertips.

"Emperor Sword Art, Silk-Coiling Force."

A thread-thin yet utterly condensed stream of azure sword qi did not attack Qiu Wanjun himself. Instead, as though it possessed life, it wound around the handle of the mountain-cleaving axe and Qiu Wanjun's arm. This sword qi was not primarily meant to wound, but it carried a strange, viscous binding force. Qiu Wanjun felt as if his arm and battle axe had sunk into an invisible swamp. His originally unstoppable, earth-shaking downward slash was pulled off course, losing thirty percent of its force before crashing into empty space and completely destroying the roof of a side courtyard below.

"Damn it! Do you only know how to dodge and hide?!" Qiu Wanjun roared. He hated opponents of this technical sort the most.

"Second Form, Earth-Rending!" He changed his chop into a sweep, slashing horizontally with the giant axe and sending out a violent crescent-shaped wave of force that covered an enormous area, attempting to restrict Li Tianwu's room to evade.

Li Tianwu moved again, flashing through the air like a startled swan. At the critical instant, he shot into the sky while forming an azure light sword composed entirely of sword intent in his hand.

"Emperor Sword Art, Windlight Shadowstep."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! In an instant, dozens of solid sword shadows split apart. They did not attack Qiu Wanjun, but instead seemed to possess intelligence, stabbing from every bizarre angle toward the force nodes and weak points of the crescent-shaped wave.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff—!"

A string of soft sounds rang out. The seemingly invincible crescent force wave was pierced full of holes by those precise sword shadows. Before it could fully unleash its power, it scattered into chaotic currents of air in midair.

Qiu Wanjun howled in fury, his attacks growing ever more violent. The mountain-cleaving axe danced so rapidly that not even water could penetrate it, layers of axe shadows falling like a raging storm. Yet Li Tianwu maintained his detached calm throughout. His movement technique was immortal-like, his sword intent divine. At the most dangerous moments, he could always dissolve his opponent's fierce attacks with the smallest possible cost. From time to time, he counterattacked with tricky sword qi, leaving pale marks across Qiu Wanjun's heavy defenses. Though not fatal, they irritated him endlessly, and his Soul Power consumption far exceeded Li Tianwu's. For a time, the two were locked in stalemate, but anyone with discerning eyes could see that Li Tianwu held absolute initiative.