Sky-Piercing Might, Blood Staining the Heavens

Li Yunming's cry of "Divine Spear—Voidbreaker!" resounded like thunder from the nine heavens, exploding in the hearts of everyone watching this pinnacle battle. Compared to the platinum streak of light, the sky-covering Netherworld Ghost Hand and the ferociously roaring Myriad-Poison Venom Dragon seemed so slender and insignificant. Yet the supreme sharpness and will to purify all things contained within it made heaven and earth pale!

"Not good! Defend with everything you have!" Qiu Qiansha bore the brunt of it. Feeling the destructive power contained within that platinum streak, the ferocity on his face was instantly replaced by horror. It was a terrifying attack that seemed capable of ignoring all defenses and striking directly at one's origin! He frantically drove his Soul Power, attempting to condense the Netherworld Ghost Hand to its utmost limit. Black light surged from the enormous ghost hand, its fingernails as sharp as mountain peaks, and with a shrill ghostly wail, it clawed savagely at the streak of light!

She Duyun and Xie Qiyan's expressions changed drastically as well. They sensed a fatal threat from that streak of light. The Myriad-Poison Venom Dragon under She Duyun's control let out an unwilling roar, coiling its massive body as it attempted to withstand the attack with its poisonous form. Xie Qiyan pushed his soul attack to the limit, the invisible spike solidifying as though it were tangible, its speed increasing by another thirty percent. He swore to grievously wound Li Yunming's sea of consciousness before the attack reached him!

Yet the spear of "Voidbreaker" embodied the meaning of its name: piercing illusion and striking directly at reality!

Sshhk—!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a chillingly soft sound, like cloth being instantly sliced apart by the sharpest blade!

That platinum streak pierced directly through the incomparably solid Netherworld Ghost Hand without the slightest obstruction, like a hot knife through butter! The towering resentment and Soul Power condensed within the ghost hand melted away and collapsed before the Purification Holy Light like snow beneath the sun!

The streak did not slow. Before Qiu Qiansha's disbelieving and despairing eyes, it struck his left shoulder with unmatched precision!

Pfft!

Blood, shattered bones, and fragments of Soul Power exploded outward! Qiu Qiansha's left shoulder, along with part of his chest, was blasted through by the spear, leaving behind a gaping hole that pierced straight through his body! He could even see the horrified allied soul masters behind him through that hole.

"Ahhh—!" A scream so shrill it barely sounded human burst from Qiu Qiansha's mouth. He felt an incomparably tyrannical spear aura with purifying properties lingering within his wound, madly destroying his vitality and preventing his powerful Limit Douluo body from healing itself. The agonizing pain instantly drowned all his awareness. The immense Soul Power around him rapidly dissipated like air escaping a punctured ball. Like a puppet with severed strings, he fell straight from the sky amid a spray of blood!

"Second Uncle!!" Qiu Miehun, who had been fiercely battling Li Yuanhui and gradually gaining the upper hand, his ghost-headed saber whirling so densely that it forced Li Yuanhui back again and again, caught sight of this from the corner of his eye. His eyes nearly split with rage! No longer caring about Li Yuanhui before him, he abruptly changed direction and transformed into a streak of black light, charging toward where Qiu Qiansha was falling at the fastest speed of his life. Barely in time, he caught Qiu Qiansha before he slammed into the ground.

His hands met something cold and wet. Seeing the horrifying wound on Qiu Qiansha's left shoulder, still flickering with faint platinum light, as well as Qiu Qiansha's rapidly weakening aura like a candle flame in the wind, Qiu Miehun was terrified to the core. He hurriedly poured pure Soul Power into Qiu Qiansha's body, trying to stabilize his injuries and drive out the lingering spear aura.

"Second Uncle! Hold on!" Qiu Miehun growled anxiously. Yet the moment his Soul Power touched that platinum spear aura, it vanished like a clay ox sinking into the sea. Not only could it not disperse the aura, but it even showed faint signs of being purified by it, producing almost no effect! "Damn it! What kind of power is this?!" Qiu Miehun was shocked and furious. He could only barely protect Qiu Qiansha's vital meridians and preserve his life for the moment, but he was unable to improve his injuries in the slightest.

High above, the platinum streak that had pierced the Netherworld Ghost Hand and grievously wounded Qiu Qiansha had weakened somewhat, yet it still carried an unstoppable resolve as it shot straight toward She Duyun!

She Duyun was terrified out of his wits. Having witnessed Qiu Qiansha's miserable state with his own eyes, he knew he absolutely could not take the attack head-on! At the critical moment, he displayed the astonishing adaptability of a Limit Douluo. His entire body forcibly shifted several feet to the right in an almost twisted posture!

Whoosh!

The streak grazed past the outside of his left arm!

Though he had not been struck directly, the supremely sharp spear intent and purifying power still swept over his left arm like the most violent hurricane!

Crack! Riiip—!

The teeth-grinding sounds of bones breaking and flesh tearing rang out almost simultaneously! She Duyun let out a muffled groan. The bones in his left arm instantly snapped and twisted, and his entire arm hung at a bizarre angle. Blood gushed out like a spring, instantly staining his dark green cloak red. He hurriedly circulated his power to seal his blood vessels and stop the bleeding, but the piercing pain and the reality that one of his arms was temporarily crippled made his expression turn incomparably ugly.

At the same time, Li Yunming had not emerged entirely unscathed after unleashing that heaven-shaking spear strike. Though he had forcefully shattered the primary physical attack, the Netherworld Ghost Hand, with the force of Voidbreaker, some of the poisonous energy that erupted after She Duyun's Ten Thousand Poisons Return to the Source manifested dragon lost control had still contaminated his slightly unstable Soul Power after his full-force outburst. Threads of icy, vicious corrosive power attempted to invade his meridians, only to be forcibly suppressed and dispersed by his immense Soul Power.

But the most dangerous threat came from Xie Qiyan's soul attack!

The soul spike that contained Xie Qiyan's lifelong cultivation struck solidly against Li Yunming's sea of consciousness!

Buzzz—!

Li Yunming felt as if an enormous hammer had smashed viciously into his mind. His thoughts went blank in an instant, his soul shook violently, and golden stars even flashed before his eyes for a moment. But his will was exceptionally unyielding, and his sea of consciousness, tempered through countless trials, was far broader and more stable than that of experts at the same level. After forcibly enduring this blow, which would have injured the soul of an ordinary Limit Douluo, his body swayed slightly, and a thin stream of fresh blood involuntarily trickled from the corner of his mouth.

However, Xie Qiyan, who had unleashed the soul attack, suffered an even more miserable fate!

He had never imagined that Li Yunming's sea of consciousness would be so terrifyingly strong! His ever-victorious soul spike seemed to have crashed into an ancient divine mountain that had stood since time immemorial. Not only had it failed to shatter its target, but it had instead suffered a fierce backlash!

Pfft—!

Xie Qiyan, seated cross-legged in the air, suddenly threw back his head and spewed a mouthful of dark red blood. There were even fragments of internal organs mixed in the blood! The chilling aura around him instantly became chaotic, and his already hunched body trembled violently. Though his face beneath the hood could not be seen, those eyes that had previously resembled a Poison Snake's were now filled with dimness and terror. Clearly, his sea of consciousness had suffered a serious injury.

In the span of a flash, the ultimate clash between the four Limit Douluo had already determined the victor!

An eerie silence briefly fell over the sky.

Li Yunming stood with his spear in hand. Though blood stained the corner of his mouth, his face was somewhat pale, and the fluctuations of Soul Power around him were no longer as surging as they had been at their peak, his back remained perfectly straight. His gaze was still as sharp as an eagle's as he swept it across She Duyun and Xie Qiyan before him. That calm gaze carried unquestionable authority and pressure.

Across from him, She Duyun's left arm hung limply at his side, blood soaking through his sleeve. Though he was forcibly suppressing his injuries, his aura had already become unstable, and his gaze toward Li Yunming was filled with fear and resentment. Xie Qiyan was in an even worse state. His aura was weak, his mind scattered, and he sat there struggling to regulate his breathing. Even maintaining his flight seemed difficult, and he had already lost most of his fighting power.

One man had fought three opponents of the same rank, grievously wounded one and lightly injured two, while suffering only minor injuries himself!

Sky-Piercing Douluo Li Yunming had declared to the entire battlefield with his unmatched strength what Sky-Piercing Might truly was!

Below, whether they were from the Li Family or the allied army, the soul masters were all stunned speechless by this reversal.

Then, earth-shaking cheers and furious roars erupted from the two camps at the same time!

Li Xuansheng clenched his fists tightly as he watched that figure in the sky, bloodied yet still standing tall enough to hold up the heavens. His heart was filled with excitement and pride. Yet he also knew that although the ancestor had achieved astonishing results, the battle was far from over. The true crisis might only have just begun.