Starforce Warriors-Chapter 677: I’ll Bury You Atop The Highest Peak

Everyone’s attention was locked onto Li Xiaofei’s spear strike. They wanted to know what kind of attack could make Nangong Longjian willingly wait for it in a deathmatch?

They watched with bated breath. The snow-white Flying Snow spear carved a brilliant silver arc through the air, releasing six streaks of radiant light. The spear’s energy transformed, turning into six roaring dragon phantoms.

One Spear, Six Dragons. The dragon shadows surged forward, their furious roars echoing like the wails of the underworld. They ignored all defenses, tearing through the overwhelming field of killing intent and locking onto Nangong Longjian.

In an instant, the dragon maws clamped down on six vital points: his shoulders, head, neck, waist, legs, and feet. They acted like unyielding shackles as they bound him tightly. The dragons’ tails intertwined and their silver bodies coiled together, forming a dragon-seal prison. Nangong Longjian was completely trapped.

The dragon-seal prison began to shrink rapidly. His body was locked in place, immobilized by the suppressive force of the dragon seals. A strange power of laws radiated from the dragon mouths, stripping even the King of the Arena of his ability to resist. His overwhelming dark killing intent was rapidly dissipating and fading into nothingness.

The six dragons roared as their suppressive force grew even more violent. The sheer might of the strike surged outward. The spectators could feel its suffocating pressure even through the arena’s protective barrier.

It seemed as if Nangong Longjian would be crushed alive in a moment. He would be sealed and slain on the spot. In that single instant, countless people held their breath, their eyes widening in shock.

"Hahaha! So this is the power of the third spear of the Three Spears of Storm and Cloud, Demon Suppression!" exclaimed Nangong Longjian as he threw his head back and laughed wildly.

Then, something unimaginable happened. The dark killing intent that had been fading like smoke under a storm, suddenly surged back. Not only did it return, but it exploded outward like a hurricane. It engulfed the six silver dragon phantoms in an instant.

What?!

Li Xiaofei’s heart sank.

Boom!

Dark killing intent and the six silver dragons erupted simultaneously. A terrifying shockwave of energy formed a blinding, deep-gray inferno, mercilessly sweeping across the entire arena.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The protective barrier around the arena trembled and let out a wailing crack, splintering like shattered glass. A web of fractures spread visibly across its surface.

Cries of alarm echoed from the spectators. Many nobles, wealthy figures, and socialites gasped, stumbling backward in fear. The enforcers of Jiuyang Tower reacted swiftly, raising an emergency mobile defense wall while formation masters frantically poured energy into the protective array.

The gray inferno raged inside the arena. The entire battlefield had been swallowed by a deadly haze. It was like the leaden clouds of a nuclear fallout, thick with the aura of death. The arena had turned into a wasteland of destruction.

Si Kongxue’s fingernails dug into her palm. But she remained silent, her unblinking eyes locked onto the arena. Her body trembled slightly with tension. Every gaze in the crowd fixated on the battlefield. Everyone was waiting. Waiting to see the final outcome.

The sheer power of Li Qingchen’s third spear was truly astonishing. The six dragon shadows, capable of ignoring all defenses, had left many of the strongest warriors in the audience in awe. Even they had to admit, if they had been in his place, they might not have survived that strike.

"Dead, dead! Hahaha! That little bastard is finished!" exclaimed Nan Wushuang. He laughed like a madman, his voice laced with both hysteria and dissatisfaction. "I told you, he should have been torn apart bit by bit! Dying like this is too easy for him. Too easy!"

The people around him instinctively distanced themselves. This once-prominent figure of Chongque City had clearly lost his mind. His deranged state was unsettling to witness.

Then, suddenly, Nan Wushuang’s gaze snapped toward Wei Xiaotian.

"You're finished too," said Nan Wushuang as he pointed a trembling finger at Wei Xiaotian’s face, cackling wildly. "Hahaha! Wei Xiaotian, your reputation is ruined! The Exploding Star Gang is finished! Centuries of power, reduced to ashes in an instant! That’s the price for protecting that little bastard! Hahahaha!"

Wei Xiaotian let out a soft hum, his expression still indifferent. A slight frown had formed on his face, but it was barely noticeable. Yet that single frown shattered the hearts of countless noblewomen present. The most handsome man in Chongque City... had furrowed his brows. It was enough to make the hearts of many women ache.

Meanwhile, Huang Dinggou and Wang Shaowei held their breath, their eyes locked onto the battlefield. The stage that had been swallowed by deadly, lead-gray clouds.

Thump... thump... thump...

Everyone could hear their own heartbeat pounding in their ears. No one knew how much time had passed. But finally—

The suffocating lead-gray mist began to fade. Two figures emerged within the dissipating haze. Standing twenty meters apart, they faced each other on the arena stage.

Who won?

Everyone strained their eyes, focusing intently.

The scene gradually became clear. Nangong Longjian stood tall and completely unscathed. He held a Silver Dragon Javelin between his fingers. Behind him, six more Silver Dragon Javelins were embedded deep into the ground, piercing through the shadow he had left behind.

It was clear that if he had not dodged in time, those javelins would have impaled him.

On the other side, Li Xiaofei stood with a dark-gold saber half-buried in his left shoulder. Blood trickled down, staining his chest red. His Jade Marrow Frost Iron Armor, one of the Exploding Star Gang’s most prized treasures, worth millions of celestial jade, lay in ruins.

The breastplate, helmet, and shoulder guards had been shattered and had fallen away, exposing Li Xiaofei’s pale and slightly chubby body. The armor remained mostly intact from the waist down, though its engravings and luster had faded.

His Flying Snow Spear was bent.

He had lost. Li Qingchen had lost. Even though he had unleashed a breathtaking strike, the overwhelming gap in life level had ultimately been insurmountable. The result had been expected for many in the audience. Yet there was still a lingering sense of regret that no one could quite put into words.

Si Kongxue’s face instantly turned as pale as snow. She bit her lip tightly. Her eyes only had one person in them; the bloodstained, towering figure standing on the arena stage. His heaving chest, his unyielding gaze, the brilliance in his eyes...

Suddenly, she smiled. At that moment, Madam Kong Xue stepped forward, gently taking her daughter's arm.

Softly, she whispered, “Keep watching.”

Keep watching?

Si Kongxue chuckled lightly, her expression indifferent.

The strongest move had failed. It hadn’t even managed to wound Nangong Longjian.

A fatty who’s exhausted all his strength, what could he possibly do to turn this hopeless situation around?

“Such a pity,” muttered Nangong Longjian, his expression filled with genuine regret. "Your life level is too low. If you had reached Star level or even Planet level, that last strike might have killed me outright... Your performance exceeded expectations, but it seems I am still stronger."

Li Xiaofei panted heavily. He had borne this immense pressure to unleash a perfect spear strike, something he hadn't even managed to accomplish within the Secret Time Pavilion.

But just as Nangong Longjian had said, the difference in life level was too vast. His energy reserves were insufficient. Even though he had executed Demon Suppression flawlessly, he had yet to summon its true power. Even the rapid follow-up with the Silver Dragon Javelins had failed to deal a decisive blow.

Yet, the essence of that spear strike had carved itself deeply into Li Xiaofei’s mind, his heart, and his body. He had truly comprehended the Three Spears of Storm and Cloud.

“I’ll give you one last chance. Leave your final words,” said Nangong Longjian, casually tossing the Silver Dragon Javelin aside.

“Final words?” said Li Xiaofei, suddenly chuckling. "No need. Instead, I’ll honor your last wish. I’ll bury you atop the highest peak of M73 Planet, so that you can gaze at Earth every day and night."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of blue-purple light flickered. In the next instant—

Both figures vanished from the arena. All that remained were two faint, drifting blue-purple light orbs, floating like fireflies in the air.

It was the Realm of Eternal Samsara! One of Li Xiaofei’s true trump cards.

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