Xiao Yan braced his spear against the ground, the butt of the spear deeply embedded in the rubble, barely supporting his body.
He knelt amidst the ruins, panting heavily.
Blood slowly flowed down the gun barrel, leaving several deeper bloodstains on the dark red gun body.
He watched as the energy shockwaves from the explosion above swept towards him.
Although that energy was just the aftershock of the clash, it was still fatal to him, who was currently exhausted of his Soul Power and covered in wounds.
He didn't even have the strength to dodge.
He first fought three Dou Emperor, killing one and severely injuring another while they were surrounded.
He then engaged in continuous head-on confrontations with Dou Zong experts, revealing all his trump cards and exhausting all his methods.
The fact that he has been able to persist until now is already his limit.
It has even surpassed his limits.
He was able to maintain his kneeling position without collapsing to the ground entirely due to his indomitable will.
Unleashing its strongest attack – the Radiant Heaven World-Burning Spear.
It was simply because of his resentment.
I'm not willing to let my journey end here, and I'm not willing to let those unfulfilled promises just vanish into thin air.
So at the last moment, he channeled all his strength, all his resentment, and all his anger.
Everything was poured into that one shot.
As the terrifying energy waves sweeping towards him from mid-air drew ever closer, he watched.
The heatwave had already hit his face first, burning his skin.
A bitter smile appeared on Xiao Yan's lips. There was no fear or resentment in that smile, only a deep sense of helplessness and regret.
" Zhu Zhuqing, I'm sorry, I broke my promise..."
He closed his eyes slightly and silently recited in his heart.
He promised to go back, but now, that promise may never be fulfilled.
That aloof and stunningly beautiful face appeared in his mind, becoming clearer and clearer.
Those watery eyes gazed at him quietly.
His Soul Power was completely depleted, and the vortex of Soul Power in his dantian had almost stopped spinning.
The meridians were completely empty; not even a trace of power could be squeezed out.
Even the Earth Tier Dou Technique he was able to unleash just now was only due to the few pills he had just swallowed exerting their full power.
In fact, due to the excessive extraction of medicinal power, fine cracks have begun to appear in his meridians.
Waves of tearing pain shot through my limbs and bones.
Xiao Yan could clearly sense the energy fluctuations sweeping in from the explosion in mid-air.
It contained the lingering power of Old Ghost Liu's earthy yellow Dou Qi and the remnants of his own Heavenly Flames.
The two forces became even more violent and chaotic after losing their master's control.
Tear everything along the way to pieces.
In my current state, I simply cannot withstand it.
The tattered Soul Armor on his body was already completely shattered, let alone the terrifying aftershocks of the explosion.
Even a strike from an ordinary Dou Wang would be difficult for him to withstand in his current state.
As the overwhelming, violent aura drew ever closer, a strange, inexplicable calm welled up within Xiao Yan.
He has done everything he could. If that still can't change the outcome, then he should accept it.
He gave a helpless twitch of his lips, and instinctively closed his eyes just as the energy was about to engulf him.
"Um?"
The excruciating pain of the violent energy tearing his body apart, which he had imagined, did not come as expected.
The anticipated burning, tearing, and crushing did not occur.
The deafening roar around us vanished in an instant.
Instead, there was an almost eerie silence; even the wind had stopped.
Xiao Yan opened his eyes in confusion.
Suddenly, a figure in a blue robe appeared in front of him, less than three feet away.
The raging flames and violent Dou Qi, the destructive energy that swept in like the end of the world, suddenly vanished less than three feet from the figure in green.
There was no collision, no offsetting, not even a sound.
The destructive power that could have leveled the entire stone forest seemed to be gently wiped away by an invisible hand before this figure, without even a ripple.
Xiao Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, shrinking to the size of pinpoints.
Who is that person with their back to us?
The aura emanating from him...
No, he didn't sense any presence at all.
The man in the blue robe stood right in front of him, but when he closed his eyes to sense the space, the man's position was empty.
It was as if the one standing there was just a phantom.
However, Xiao Yan's soul perception far surpassed that of others of the same level, and he knew this was not an illusion.
The phantom could not possibly stop that destructive energy.
The only explanation is that the person before him has reached a level of strength that he cannot comprehend at all.
The next moment, the figure in blue casually raised his right hand.
He flicked his finger, his slender fingers moving effortlessly, and a wisp of azure Dou Qi silently emerged from his fingertip.
The cyan Dou Qi looked unremarkable, lacking both the overwhelming pressure of Old Ghost Liu and the ferocity of Xiao Yan's Heavenly Flames that could burn everything.
It was just a quiet, serene touch of green, like a leaf falling from a branch.
However, it was this seemingly ordinary cyan Dou Qi.
It shot out with a whoosh the moment it was launched, surging against the wind.
A wisp of green light transformed in the blink of an eye into a massive tornado that swept across the entire ruins of the stone forest.
The tornado was entirely translucent blue, hundreds of feet tall, and as thick as a mountain peak.
From a distance, it looks like a giant blue pillar connecting heaven and earth.
The tornado contained extremely fierce wind-attribute power.
However, the wind blades did not spread outwards, but were precisely controlled within the range of the tornado, without harming Xiao Yan in the slightest.
All the energy and Dou Qi raging in mid-air, everything.
They were all sucked into the blue tornado like a whale being swallowed whole.
The tornado, like a giant millstone, rapidly grinds the violent energy it absorbs as it spins, then compresses it into the center of the tornado.
After the tornado had completely devoured all the energy, the man casually waved his hand again.
A spatial rift silently appeared directly from the void.
The crack had smooth, even edges, like a meticulously crafted gateway.
The cyan tornado, carrying energy compressed to its limit, obediently flowed into the crack, and then the crack slowly closed, and everything returned to calm.
In just three breaths.
The battle fluctuations unleashed by Xiao Yan and Old Ghost Liu, each giving their all.
That terrifying energy was enough to level an area of dozens of miles.
It was effortlessly smoothed out by the fingertips of the figure in the blue robe.
Throughout the entire process, he didn't even make any moves that looked like he was "fighting."
Everything was as natural as breathing, as casual as brushing a speck of dust off a sleeve.
Xiao Yan stared blankly at the scene before him, speechless for a moment.
He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
His gaze swept over the man in the blue robe's shoulder, taking in the surroundings.
The once chaotic and desolate stone forest ruins are now completely calm.
Under a clear blue sky, not a speck of dust remained; the air was so fresh it felt as if a thorough rain had just fallen.
The surroundings were completely silent, as if the earth-shattering battle that had just taken place was merely a hallucination.
The strength displayed by the man in the blue robe before him was completely beyond his comprehension.
This is a method that makes the difficult seem effortless and turns the mundane into the extraordinary.
It's beyond what the word "strong" can describe.
A thought involuntarily welled up in Xiao Yan's mind.
This person is at least Dou Zun!
No, it could even be higher.
"Boy, tell me, what's the deal with the Heavenly Flames within you and this Dou Technique?"
Just as Xiao Yan was in a daze, the figure in the green robe turned his head slightly, revealing a slender and refined face.
A slightly weathered yet gentle voice rang in Xiao Yan's ears.
There was no condescending or oppressive tone in his voice, nor any threatening underhanded tactics.
It's more like a casual question from an elder when they see a younger person holding an old object they recognize.
But Xiao Yan sensed an unyielding power in that calm tone.
This person is not making a request, but stating a problem that he must answer.