"Bastard! Is dodging all you can do?!" Yu Tianheng roared. "Fight me head-on if you have the guts!"
Huang Yun lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, his tone flat. "Fine. I won't dodge anymore. Have it your way."
Yu Tianheng's pupils contracted. Without hesitation, he lit up his fourth spirit ring.
This was his final trump card, and his strongest strike.
"Fourth Spirit Skill: Blue Lightning Divine Dragon Rush!"
The light of his fourth, purple spirit ring surged, and Yu Tianheng transformed into an enormous, dragon-shaped shock wave of blue lightning.
The phantom dragon bared its fangs and claws, carrying all his soul power as it blasted straight toward Huang Yun.
Blue-violet lightning illuminated the entire clearing. Thunder power tore through the air, plowing a deep furrow through the ground.
He held nothing back in this strike.
The blue lightning divine dragon slammed into Huang Yun head-on.
With a deafening boom, thunder power exploded where Huang Yun stood, forming a blue-violet sphere of light several dozen feet across.
Lightning ran rampant and shattered stones flew. The shock wave tore the surrounding trees up by their roots.
Yu Tianheng landed, panting heavily.
His fourth spirit skill had drained almost all his soul power. His legs felt weak, and his vision blurred.
But he stared fixedly at the lingering lightning, a faint smile curling his lips.
I hit him.
Yet when the lightning faded, his smile froze.
Huang Yun still stood in the same spot. He had not even taken a step back.
The blue lightning divine dragon's shock wave had been forcibly stopped before him. An extremely faint golden sheen covered his body, acting like an invisible shield that kept all the thunder power out.
His clothes were untouched, his expression as calm as ever. He had not even blinked.