Crushing (Part 2)

Tang Wulin stood in the center of the hall as the lingering glow of the dragon phantom slowly faded around him.

Before him stood two figures with auras as heavy as mountains. Qiangu Dieting was taller and broader-shouldered than Qiangu Dongfeng. When he held the Coiling Dragon Staff, the dragon patterns on its shaft shone brighter and deeper than those on Qiangu Dongfeng's staff. The patterns slowly writhed in the darkness, like living things turning within the weapon. Half a step behind him stood Qiangu Qingfeng, holding the Purgatory Halberd at his side. A violet-black glow slowly flowed along its body, its tip resting against the floor and pressing a small dark mark into the tiles.

"Can't you... feel it?" Veins bulged on Tang Wulin's forehead.

Qiangu Qingfeng wavered slightly, his eyes flicking to the left. Qiangu Dieting remained silent and did not answer.

His gaze moved from Tang Wulin's face to the wall that had been smashed through, then returned to Tang Wulin. A level ninety-nine Quasi-God, an Ultimate Douluo bearing the title Battle Heaven—the number one explosive-force fighter on the continent.

He did not attack immediately. He merely raised the Coiling Dragon Staff from his side, and its tail lightly struck the ground. The impact was soft, yet the very foundation of Spirit Pagoda Headquarters trembled, as though something had been awakened deep underground.

Tang Wulin raised his left hand.

Dark golden light surged from his palm, gathering into a fist-sized sphere at its center. Blood-gold patterns churned across the surface, like a slowly rotating sun compressed to the absolute limit. He lifted the sphere over his head, then spread his fingers.

The Golden Dragon Spear condensed into shape once more from within the sphere.

Its shaft was dark gold and covered in dragon-scale patterns, while its tip