(Third update)
Yang Ming stood proudly on the arena with his hands behind his back.
He let Dai Weisi circle around and attack him. With nothing more than a Black Tortoise Shield, he left his opponent utterly frustrated. Let alone hurting Yang Ming, Dai Weisi could not even break through that turtle shell.
In just three seconds, Dai Weisi had already unleashed thirty-six moves in rapid succession. Every tiger claw strike could tear through steel plates, yet they were helpless against the Black Tortoise Shield. Dai Weisi, who had always prided himself as a genius, felt his heart sink into despair and an overwhelming sense of defeat.
Was the gap between a Soul Ancestor and a Spirit King really this great?
Yang Ming still showed no intention of moving. The space behind him stirred, like a stone falling into a placid lake and sending rings of golden ripples spreading outward.
Gate of Babylon!
After gathering for so many days, Yang Ming's once-scarce Gate of Babylon had collected quite a few Weapon Martial Souls, adding dozens of different types. However, with Yang Ming's current standards, these ordinary Weapon Martial Souls had long since ceased to catch his eye. They merely filled out the numbers.
Dai Weisi's combat instincts were no less exceptional. He keenly sensed danger, narrowing his cold eyes as he instinctively twisted his waist and repeatedly slapped the ground with his tiger palms. His powerful physique unexpectedly performed an agile movement technique that only a ballet dancer could possess.
Weapon Martial Souls of all shapes and forms emerged from the Gate of Babylon. Then, as if a Gatling gun's trigger had been pulled, a continuous barrage of sharp whistles breaking the sound barrier rang out, streaking toward Dai Weisi like lightning.
Dai Weisi's movements were already among the very