"Atlas, Shooting the Sun!"
Having returned with his revived wife, Yun Ming's roar shook the Nine Heavens. The Peak spear arts Profound Truths of a Spear God, the brilliance of four-word battle armor...
His entire majestic cultivation erupted in an instant. Man and spear transformed into a golden streak of light spanning the sky, piercing through heaven and earth.
The streak of light vanished in a flash, but its target wasn't Feng Zaixing, who was battling the Hidden Family experts within his Domain. The joyful expressions on the faces of Smiling Tiger, Zang Xin, Long Yeyue, and the others froze.
The target of the qingtian spear's attack was none other than the Ghost Emperor, who was entangled by Han Tianyi and using most of his mental force to hold out!
"Why is he seeking revenge now?" Zang Xin's face twitched violently. A full-strength strike from Yun Ming was enough to instantly obliterate a Demi-God, and even a top-tier Quasi-God would certainly not have an easy time surviving it.
The Ghost Emperor couldn't dodge at all right now; under that spear, he would either die or be heavily injured!
It was a good thing for the Sea Gods Pavilion Master to hunt down the Holy Spirit Cult Leader, but did he have to do it regardless of the situation?
Cao Dezhi gritted his teeth and said, "This guy must have changed his mind after Ya Li woke up! No wonder he completely ignored the affairs of the Sea Gods Pavilion."
Zang Xin said anxiously, "Then what do we do? All our efforts will go to waste!"
As the glorious light of Qingtian Shooting the Sun ascended into the clouds, the Ghost Emperor suddenly felt a massive sense of crisis and desperately tried to break free from Han Tianyi's mental World.
Meeting Yun Ming's determined and ruthless gaze, the Ghost Emperor managed thousands of skeletons to parry while screaming, "Yun Ming, you bastard, what are you doing? You agreed to cooperate!"
"Presumptuous! Ghost Emperor, has your brain rotted from cultivation? I am the Sea Gods Pavilion Master, the supreme decision-maker of Shrek Academy!"
Yun Ming's qingtian spear pierced through the purple clouds and demonic mist. Its sharp Qi tore dozens of gashes into the Ghost Emperor's skeletal body. His words were like stone-shattering thunder.
"Tonight, I seek vengeance. No matter who you are or how many people you have, I will fight you to the death!"
As he finished speaking, the radiance of Qingtian Shooting the Sun blasted through the defense the Ghost Emperor had hastily set up like a bolt of lightning. The Ghost Emperor was sent flying over ten thousand meters like a meteor, coughing up blood repeatedly, and immediately turned to retreat.
Ya Li ascended into the sky at this moment, clad in her four-word battle armor. Her eighth and ninth spirit rings shone simultaneously as the Prayer Angel erupted with its ultimate power. The Archangel's Dance fused with Angel's Blessing, and a nearly infinite amount of healing Holy Light swept toward the Ghost Emperor!
Han Tianyi's eyes darted around, and he continued to attack the Ghost Emperor, his mind manifesting thousands of physical Spirit Beasts that surged forward.
Feng Zaixing continued to fight as if nothing had happened. His Overlord Twin Swords crossed, unleashing a purple-gold cross sword light that pierced through a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Elder.
"I've finally eliminated all the experts of your Blue Lightning lineage. Don't come back in your next life."
Collecting the spirit rings and Spirit Bones from a distance, Feng Zaixing gave a faint smile to the remaining Hidden Family experts. "I've played with you all long enough. It's time for something more exciting."
"Holy Body Heaven Domain Second Form: Heavenly Dance Feast!"
Twelve holy gates, identical to those of Halossa, swung open. Powerful figures with overwhelming auras stepped out, each five meters tall, their bodies made of red gold. They looked burly and majestic, heavily armed and armored, with only their eyes exposed. Six wings fluttered behind them, and Domain halos floated beneath their feet.
"Three-Word Battle Armor! You—"
The Grand Elder of the Clear Sky Sect recognized that the armor on the twelve transformed Angel Warriors was all precious Three-Word Battle Armor. Each of them had combat power approaching or reaching the Super Douluo level, leaving him speechless.
Twelve sets of Three-Word Battle Armor, twelve Super Douluo-level combatants... Feng Zaixing had far too many resources in his hands!
Furthermore, it took a vast amount of time to go from forging soul-forged metal to creating battle armor. How did Feng Zaixing manage to upgrade his equipment so quickly? There were only a dozen or so Saint Craftsmen in the entire continent, and the Forging Master Association wasn't run by his family!
"Don't be too surprised. Over the past few years, I've become a top-tier member of the Forging Master Association and have given the Divine Craftsman quite a lot of money."
Feng Zaixing smiled slightly. These twelve ace warriors he had personally crafted raised their war swords and shouted, "For Venerable Feng!" and "Angel Loyalty!" as they swarmed into the battlefield to face the Hidden Family powerhouses head-on.
The soul-forged metal needed for the twelve sets of battle armor was naturally provided with the full support of the Forging Master Association, followed by a one-stop service from Mingde Hall's mecha designers, manufacturers, and maintenance staff.
Over the years, Feng Zaixing had used Evil Soul Masters as cultivation resources. Whenever he gained anything, he would share a portion with the twelve Angel Warriors, finally raising their own cultivations to the Spirit Saint and Spirit Douluo levels.
Once a Spirit Douluo donned Three-Word Battle Armor, they could fight a Super Douluo.
Now that Feng Zaixing could summon twelve Super Douluo-level Protectors at any time, there were few people in this World who could make him feel fear. Much like Halossa, he never feared fighting alone, as it was always his opponents who were being ganged up on.
As the battle intensified, Qilin Douluo Tong Yu, who wasn't wearing battle armor, had maintained a calm expression while fighting Feng Zaixing. But now, his mouth couldn't help but twitch as he said, "Since your Federation is so wealthy, why do you still need to attack Star Luo?"
Thinking of himself, Tong Yu had once been a Prodigy of the Star Luo generation, yet the battle armor he had exhausted himself to create was only comparable in quality to these Angel Warriors of Feng Zaixing's.
Feng Zaixing's own Three-Word Battle Armor already possessed some characteristics of four-word battle armor. The Domain inscribed on it had extremely strong defensive power, capable of neutralizing thousands of attacks into the World. Fused with the Holy Body Heaven Domain, it could even neutralize half of Tong Yu's Five Elements Divine Light, which was truly terrifying.
Feng Zaixing feigned poverty, saying, "Don't look at me as if I have resources now. I'm actually just living off my savings. The Federation's situation is just like this, and there's nothing I can do about it."
Tong Yu felt the other party's words were too ridiculous and silently increased the intensity of his Five Elements Divine Light attacks.
He tried his best to slow down the speed at which Feng Zaixing was obliterating the Hidden Family experts.
It wasn't that he didn't want to slack off, but he felt that tonight's battle no longer held much suspense. The Tang Sect might hold Star Luo accountable afterward, so he had to be somewhat serious.
On the other side, Yun Ming saw that the Ghost Emperor was being held back and was in no hurry to step forward to finish him off, because someone was currently shouting insults at him.
"Yun Ming, since you've had your revenge, why haven't you killed that little brat yet! Are you still the Sea Gods Pavilion Master?"
Long Yeyue brandished her Dark Holy Dragon, locked in a fierce battle with Long Tianwu and Su Mengjun, yet she still gathered her breath to bark orders.
Yun Ming's brow lowered, and his eyebrows arched as a look of deep-seated loathing appeared on his face. The qingtian spear took a turn, and he suddenly unleashed a radiance even more terrifying than before.
"Dark Holy Dragon of the Holy Spirit Cult, are you the new head of the four Great Heavenly Kings of the Holy Spirit Cult? You killed Elder Long and disguised yourself as her to ruin her reputation. I will avenge my master's wife for the sake of my teacher!"
Long Yeyue's face suddenly froze: "???"
Yun Ming, what on earth are you talking about?
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"Seventh Spirit Ability, Martial Soul True Body! Ninth Spirit Ability, Qingtian Shooting the Sun!"
Yun Ming lit up his seventh spirit ring, and the qingtian spear revealed thousands of sharp edges. The flames on it flickered like clouds, resembling a dragon leaping into the Nine Heavens. The blazing aura was several times more intense than when he had attacked the Ghost Emperor.
Yun Ming's eyes were like calm water, but he was filled with righteous indignation, as if he were truly grieving for his master's wife's tragic death at the hands of an Evil Soul Master.
"Kill!!! Die, Dark Holy Dragon! Tonight, Yun Ming will avenge his master's wife!!!"
"Yun Ming, you've gone mad!"
How could Long Yeyue dare to face Yun Ming's all-out Qingtian Shooting the Sun head-on? Without a word, she turned and fled. Her seventh spirit ring shone as she transformed into a Dark Holy Dragon and merged into the darkness of the night, using a massive amount of darkness elements to propel herself away from Qingyun.
Long Tianwu and Su Mengjun were also retreating rapidly, marveling at Yun Ming's madness while also being secretly shocked.
"A Quasi-God is indeed a Quasi-God; that old woman is so fast." Long Tianwu felt that Long Yeyue's current speed was more than four times his own, which was terrifyingly fast.
"擎天 Douluo isn't slow either." Su Mengjun patted her chest in lingering fear.
Yun Ming, now at full power, finally displayed the undisputed strength of the former number one in the World. He flew and struck like a heavenly dragon, his air-sealing power taking effect from a distance, forcibly slowing Long Yeyue's figure.
Long Yeyue looked back and saw the immense crisis. Steeling her heart, the Dark Holy Dragon suddenly burned and exploded, and she herself fled in her human form.
"Boom—"
A massive explosion echoed through the night. Long Yeyue destroyed her own Martial Soul and more than half of her lifetime's cultivation to block the matchless fierce radiance of Qingtian Shooting the Sun.
"How dare you! You still think you can run!"
Seeing how decisive Long Yeyue was, Yun Ming's expression turned stern. He raised the qingtian spear in his hand and threw it from afar. It instantly pierced through thousands of meters, and the experts under the night sky immediately heard the sound of blood spraying and an old woman's scream.
The spear tip returned, and Yun Ming held the spear like a god. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes: "She can actually escape like this?"
The explosion of the Dark Holy Dragon had allowed Long Yeyue to use the momentum to flee even further. Yun Ming's qingtian spear had struck Long Yeyue, but it hadn't pierced her head, mainly because she was running too fast.
Of course, killing Long Yeyue was now just a matter of catching up and throwing another spear.
On the hidden sect battlefield, Feng Zaixing looked down and caught a glimpse of the Shrek internal drama. His face lit up with joy, and he sent a voice transmission to Tong Yu: "I've noted Star Luo's attitude. I'll take my leave first."
With that, the Holy Body Heaven Domain collapsed inward like a black hole. Feng Zaixing used the heavenly burning divine pestle to pierce through the Clear Sky Sect Grand Elder's head, taking his final trophy.
The intense, blinding light caused Tong Yu to go momentarily blind. When he opened his eyes again, Feng Zaixing was already ten thousand meters away, fleeing in the direction Long Yeyue had escaped.
Passing near Yun Ming, Feng Zaixing sent a voice transmission from afar: "擎天 Douluo, it was a pleasure cooperating. I'll finish off that old woman for you."
He dared to be fearless of the assassination attempts from the five major forces of the Holy Spirit Cult, Shrek, Tang Sect, Spirit Transfer Pagoda, and Star Luo because he had long since made thorough preparations.
The Holy Spirit Cult and Tang Sect were mortal enemies, and each had their own arrangements. Yun Ming, the leader of Shrek, and Long Yeyue had a deep-seated grudge that could be exploited. Yun Ming would naturally not pass up this chance to clear his name.
In the Spirit Transfer Pagoda, Feng Zaixing had personally helped two Limit Douluo into high positions, so he didn't care about the experts of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda's Star Luo branch at all. All he needed was information.
With Han Tianyi here, no matter how bold the Spirit Transfer Pagoda experts were, they wouldn't dare move. Even if Qiangu Dongfeng came in person, it would be the same, because he knew Feng Zaixing really dared to kill him in the chaos and frame the Holy Spirit Cult.
The Star Luo Empire had its own interests as well. Feng Zaixing had personally crushed the dove faction, but he himself occupied the niche of the moderates within the Hawk Faction, so small-scale cooperation wasn't impossible.
At this point, the "Kill Feng Alliance" of the five major forces had been dissolved.
Seeing Feng Zaixing go after Long Yeyue, Yun Ming gave an imperceptible nod, turned around, and charged toward the Ghost Emperor with his spear.
"Make sure she doesn't come back alive!"
"Don't worry, don't worry."
The current number one in the World and the number one in the World of the younger generation crossed paths, embarking on different journeys amidst the interplay of radiance.
Tang San, leaning against the window and watching until now, was so angry he stomped his feet, fuming with rage.
"Shrek and the Tang Sect are incompetent, losing power and humiliating the sect. It seems I must take action personally!"
He reached out and grasped the Sea God Trident. Tang San concealed his figure and quietly followed Feng Zaixing, his gaze cold and icy.
Now that the Plane Variable has cultivated to this level, if I don't suppress him now, Wulin will never have a chance to succeed.