Chapter 133: Trials of Spear X
The word dropped like a stone into a still lake.
Long Aotian moved first. His stride detonated like thunder, qi bursting outward in molten gold. His spear tore forward, a blazing arc that split the air in two. The strike didn’t aim for Tian Lei alone—it sought to swallow the entire stage, a golden sun crashing down to smother everything beneath it.
The crowd reeled back. This was it—the Sun Tyrant Spear Art!
But Tian Lei did not flinch. His eyes glimmered, faint emerald lines crawling across his skin like the veins of ancient wood. His aura ignited—cold, sovereign, unyielding. Roots of spectral qi unfurled from his feet, cracking the stone beneath. His spear lifted, shadows clinging to its shaft, emerald brilliance burning at its tip.
When the two met—
BOOOOOOOM!
Light and shadow burst skyward. Golden radiance clashed against emerald death-flame, shattering tiles and ripping the air apart. The stage trembled, sealing arrays straining to contain the storm. Sparks became rivers of fire; vines of qi writhed like serpents.
Long Aotian roared, his spear blazing brighter. Each thrust exploded like a hammer of the heavens, every sweep a tidal wave of gold. His qi rose higher with each strike—unyielding, absolute.
"The spear of the Sun Tyrant yields to nothing!" he bellowed, his strikes raining down like the wrath of gods.
Tian Lei met it head-on. His spear was no longer silent—it howled. Each swing carved emerald trails in the air, deathly roots that strangled the light. His art erupted fully: Death-Dominion Spear Art(Death Dominion Drgaon Soul Spear Art) . His strikes did not just parry—they consumed, eroded, bent inevitability into ruin.
Aotian’s golden thrust lunged like a falling star—Tian Lei’s spear split it apart.
A sweep like a burning tidal wave crashed down—Tian Lei’s emerald thorns shredded it to dust.
A spiral stab like a sun-drill tore the ground asunder—Tian Lei’s death-qi wove around it, binding, breaking, devouring until the radiance sputtered.
Each collision was cataclysm. Cracks webbed across the stage, chunks of stone flying, qi storms howling into the stands. Disciples shielded their faces, robes whipping in the gale.
Long Aotian’s hair blazed like a mane of fire, eyes molten, every strike faster, harder, brighter. His spear was an endless sunstorm.
But Tian Lei’s aura only deepened. His emerald qi grew heavier, darker—dominion layered upon dominion. With each clash, his spear left behind ghostly afterimages, dozens of spectral thrusts, a forest of death closing in.
Then came the crescendo.
Long Aotian roared, veins bulging, his qi erupting into a pillar of gold that split the clouds overhead. His spear thrust forward with all the fury of his lineage—a sun descending, eternal and absolute.
Tian Lei’s voice cut through the storm, cold and final:
"Death-Dominion Spear Art—Soul Severing Bloom."
His emerald light detonated. Roots surged from his feet, spectral vines clawing upward, binding the golden light itself. His spear thrust—not fast, not flashy, but inevitable. Emerald death-fire wrapped around the tip, and with one motion he pierced through the golden sun.
CRAAAAAACK!
The radiance shattered like glass.
Long Aotian staggered, golden qi bleeding away, his eyes wide as the emerald spear-tip hovered before his chest.
The battlefield was silent—except for the echo of emerald qi whispering like a forest of graves.
For a heartbeat, the world froze.
Then—
"RAAAAAAH!"
Long Aotian’s roar tore the silence apart. His spear quaked, golden qi detonating in a storm. The emerald spear-tip was blasted aside, the force ripping cracks through the stage as Aotian staggered back two steps—then lunged forward again, face twisted with rage.
"I won’t—LOSE—to a nobody like you!"
His spear whirled, golden light spiraling into a blazing vortex. He spun, thrust, slashed, every movement like a burning comet ripping open the heavens. His Sun Tyrant Spear Art roared at its limit, radiance pouring into the arena like molten fire.
The crowd was nearly blinded, shielding their eyes. Aotian’s still standing... no, he’s still climbing higher!
Tian Lei’s expression didn’t change. His spear tilted, roots of emerald qi lashing outward to meet the storm. Where Aotian’s radiance spread, Tian Lei’s dominion smothered it. Every golden comet that blazed through the air was met by emerald vines that crushed it into fragments, each impact booming like cannons.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The stage shattered in layers, stone tiles flying as qi storms whipped across the stands. The sealing formation flickered, struggling to contain the duel.
Aotian’s strikes grew wilder, faster, his spear becoming a blazing dragon of light that coiled and struck with feral rage. He spun mid-air, diving down with a thrust that split the ground open.
"Sun Tyrant Spear Art—Heaven-Breaking Starfall!"
The golden dragon crashed down, its roar shaking the arena.
Tian Lei’s emerald eyes narrowed. He stepped forward—not back. His qi roots surged into a towering specter of emerald death, skeletal vines forming a phantom colossus behind him. His spear swept upward with cold inevitability.
"Death-Dominion Spear Art—Grave-Bloom Burial."
The phantom colossus struck with him. The emerald spear collided with the descending golden dragon.
KAAAAAAAAA-BOOOOOOOOOOM!
The world turned white and green, light and shadow tearing the sky apart. The ground beneath the stage crumbled into rubble, shockwaves smashing into the barrier until cracks spidered across its glowing surface.
When the storm cleared, both stood—blood staining their lips, eyes blazing, qi raging higher than before.
The battle was far from over.
Long Aotian spat crimson, golden aura still raging around him like an unquenchable sun. He pointed his spear forward, voice raw but unyielding:
"Tian Lei... mark my words. I’ll burn you down until nothing’s left!"
Tian Lei raised his spear, emerald death-flames licking its tip, his voice cold as the grave:
"Try."
And they charged again.
The charge shook the very foundations of the arena.
Golden light blazed like a second sun, flooding the shattered stage. Emerald death-flame surged in answer, a forest of spectral vines writhing upward to choke the heavens. Their clash split the ground, split the air, split even the silence of the disciples who could only watch in terror.
CLAAAAANG! CLAAAAANG! CLAAAAANG!
Spear struck spear in a storm of sparks and fury. Each collision birthed a shockwave, tearing the rubble into dust, ripping deep scars into the cracked barrier above.