(First update)
"All of you, come at me together!"
Yang Ming's voice echoed in everyone's ears.
Yang Wudi's already dark face turned pale, then green.
He was considered a powerhouse among Spirit Douluo, yet now he was being looked down upon by a mere Soul Saint. How could he possibly endure such humiliation?
"Arrogant!"
"Kid, I'll show you what happens when you disrespect your elders!"
In an instant, Yang Wudi tightened his grip on the Soul-Breaking Spear. Black light flowed over the thick, pitch-black iron spear, and Yang Wudi himself seemed to become a different person. All the emotional changes from before appeared to vanish completely in that moment, his entire essence, energy, and spirit focused upon the iron spear in his hand.
Yang Wudi's expression returned to calm, his eyes resolute.
At that moment, Yang Ming's Million-Year Soul Ring and his contemptuous words could no longer disturb Yang Wudi's emotions in the slightest.
Only one who reached the utmost in emotion could reach the utmost in spear technique.
Only by mastering one's emotions could one surpass oneself in spear arts and attain the realm of doing whatever one wished.
A Spirit Master so focused on his Martial Soul, with nothing in his eyes but his spear, clearly possessed an astonishingly high attainment in spear technique.
This was also the confidence that allowed Yang Wudi to come to the Sky-Blasting Gang's headquarters and issue a challenge. Even some weaker Titled Douluo might not necessarily be his match.
Yang Wudi's aura rose steadily, like a long spear baring all its sharpness.
To him, so long as he gripped the spear in his hand, no matter what kind of opponent he faced, nothing could affect his state of mind. Only by forever maintaining the belief that he would win, without allowing any