(Second update)
Huyan Zhen was unwilling to accept such a fact, but the cruel reality before him forced him to do so.
He, a dignified level eighty-six Spirit Douluo, was actually powerless against a mere level forty-three Soul Ancestor!
In the instant Huyan Zhen froze, a bloody gleam pierced through the dust-gray haze lingering over the battlefield. Immediately afterward, the haze formed by the battle's aftershocks was sliced in two and parted to either side. Yang Ming stepped forward with exquisite footwork. With the Eight Gates Released Formation active, he used the Six Powers' Soru, pushing his speed beyond the speed of sound to an even greater height!
Fast!
Incomparably fast!
Before Huyan Zhen could react, he saw a black shadow rushing straight at him.
What a Huyan Zhen!
He truly deserved to be a veteran powerhouse. Even in danger, he remained calm. The muscles throughout his body instinctively tensed, revealing taut lines. The Soul Rings embedded on his body lit up one after another, while a petroleum-like keratin layer covered the surface of his skin.
Yang Ming held the Mysterious Sword and unleashed the Green Lotus Sword Art. Layer upon layer of sword qi stacked together as the blade trembled slightly. Sword qi capable of easily tearing through steel encountered unprecedented resistance the instant it touched Huyan Zhen's body.
At that moment, Yang Ming was as laughable as a child wielding a small knife, trying to pierce tough cowhide.
The Elephant Armor Sect's inherited Martial Soul, the Diamond Mammoth, truly lived up to its reputation for defense!
The thought flashed through Yang Ming's mind and vanished. He had expected this, so he showed no disappointment.
Because after his sword strike, the Zhurong Avatar behind him swung its blade as well!
The forty-meter-long greatsword alone stood as tall as dozens