(First update)
As a level-sixty-seven Spirit Emperor facing a mighty Peerless Douluo, was Yang Ming nervous?
Of course he was!
One misstep would not only mean immediate defeat—it could cost him his life!
Yet, Yang Ming had an inexplicable feeling that today was the best time for him to truly step into the rank of a level-seventy Soul Saint and awaken his Supreme Bone!
What did supremacy mean?
Above and below the heavens, I alone reign supreme!
If he did not even dare to accept a challenge from a mere Peerless Douluo, where would he find the courage to call himself supreme?
Eight Gates Released Formation, all Seven Gates opened! Yang Ming's aura rose steadily, as though he had strapped himself to a rocket, his strength reaching the equivalent of a level-ninety Titled Douluo!
Qian Daoliu's eyes first flashed with surprise. He had not expected this little brat, who had put Spirit Hall on high alert, to possess such a trump card. Then, boundless killing intent followed.
If this child was not killed today, he would surely become a great threat to Spirit Hall someday!
High in the sky, the enormous Angel Shadow moved.
Qian Daoliu raised the Angel Sword high. One Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring after another gleamed brilliantly around him as murky black light enveloped the blade, transforming into a sky-shattering sword shadow that slashed downward!
With a single sword strike, the clouds within a hundred miles were split apart, as though the heavens themselves had been cleaved in two!
As Qian Daoliu made his move, the members of Elder Hall under his command also launched an extermination attack against the Clear Sky Sect!
Tang Hao's gaze flickered. He turned and stood before the Spirit Hall forces, intending to hold them back alone.
As for Yang Ming's battlefield, with