Each Reveals Their Trump Card! Ghost Douluo Approaches!

(Fourth update)

"Rage flaring beneath the crown, I leaned on the railing as the drizzling rain ceased. I raised my eyes, my ambitions surging. Thirty years of achievements were but dust and dirt; eight thousand miles of road, clouds and moon. Do not idle away your days until your youthful head turns white, leaving only empty sorrow!"

With the Eight Gates Released Formation's Six Gates Open, Yang Ming was wrapped in blue soul flames as he unleashed the Reverse Lotus at supersonic speed. His Soul Power had reached the level of a Spirit Emperor, and his fierce, unparalleled punch broke through the sound barrier.

There was great terror in the face of life and death!

Bishop Beska's pupils suddenly constricted. From the fist rapidly growing in his vision, he felt a terrifying force capable of threatening his life. If Yang Ming truly landed that punch, his skull would likely burst like a watermelon on the spot, red and white splattering everywhere.

What a Beska!

He truly deserved to be a veteran Soul Saint who had lived for decades. With his Ice Rain Martial Soul and compatible soul skills, his entire body transformed into a puddle of rainwater and merged into the puddle beneath his feet, narrowly avoiding Yang Ming's explosive punch.

Yang Ming's punch missed, and a red glint flashed through his eyes. As the Three-Tomoe spun rapidly, he vaguely sensed the direction of the Soul Power fluctuations.

Yang Ming abruptly turned around and spread the five fingers of his left hand. Thick green flames, as viscous as magma, rolled onto the ground. Amid bursts of sizzling, they continuously melted the hospital steps beneath his feet, eroding the puddles on the ground and raising thick clouds of steam.

Unfortunately, this steam could not obstruct the Three-Tomoe Sharingan's vision at all.