Only then did Lu Yuan see where this thread of fate had truly sunk its teeth.
How many attackers the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could keep here tonight was not the crux of this moment. If Ning Fengzhi died here, the sect would lose its most irreplaceable pillar. Even if Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo eventually cut their way through the entire Soul Hunting Squad, the outcome would still be nothing short of devastation.
The fourth Titled Douluo had already closed in.
There was no probing strike, no strength held back. All his Soul Power was concentrated into the most direct blow. The last layer of protection before Ning Fengzhi began to fracture, and Lu Yuan happened to be the closest person to him.
He had no time even to judge whether he could block the blow. The Fate-Breaking Spear was already across Ning Fengzhi's path, Lu Yuan's body behind it.
The Titled Douluo clearly recognized him. A brief flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. "Lu Yuan?"
That surprise did not weaken his attack. It made the Soul Power bearing down on them more vicious.
"Then die together."
The instant the Fate-Breaking Spear met that force, the web between Lu Yuan's thumb and forefinger split open. A terrifying impact raced down the shaft and slammed into his arm. Blood streamed through his fingers, and even the spearhead was forced backward. Seven evolutions had not erased the gulf between their cultivation levels. With his current strength, he had no hope of taking a Titled Douluo's full-force blow head-on.
Lu Yuan fixed his gaze on the part of that force flowing closest to Ning Fengzhi. He did not dream of wrenching the entire Soul Skill aside, much less changing the course of a Titled Douluo's all-out attack. Only when the blow