"Douluo: Meme-Making Lottery System ()"
"You have a death wish!"
Yang Ming's Rinnegan widened in fury. He abruptly raised his left hand, spreading his fingers as surging soul power poured out of his body and condensed in his palm into a repulsive force like a tangible wave of light.
Shinra Tensei!
The terrifying repulsive force emerged, sending ripples through the air like splashing water. Wave piled upon wave, slamming into the spike of spiritual power descending from the sky.
The two invisible attacks collided without a sound, yet the soldiers nearby suddenly felt their chests tighten and the blood within them churn, leaving them in unbearable discomfort.
In the sky, the two forces tangled together and annihilated one another. Space itself seemed unable to withstand their destructive power and split into a narrow fissure. Like a black hole, it sucked in the repulsive force and the spiritual spike with a rushing pull, snuffing out a disaster before it could take shape.
Having resolved the sudden crisis, Yang Ming narrowed his eyes and turned toward the direction from which the spiritual spike had come. His gaze seemed to pierce more than ten thousand meters, meeting the Evil-Eyed Saint King's eyes inside the palace's Heritage Hall.
The corners of his mouth rose in an unrestrained grin. As though he had found an interesting new toy, Yang Ming smiled.
He had originally thought that after the death of Qian Daoliu, the Spirit Hall Empire's Grand Consecration, no one on the Douluo Continent could stand against him apart from Pope Bibi Dong and Bo Saixi, the Sea God Hall's Grand Consecration. He had never expected an expert he knew nothing about to be hiding in Star Luo City.
In fact, Yang Ming had only read the original Douluo Continent novel in his previous life,