51: Even a tiny grain of rice dares to rival the brilliance of the sun and moon!

"Jiang Luo, do not go too far!"

Yun Shan was suppressed continuously; a trace of madness flashed in his eyes, and his withered hands suddenly formed strange hand seals.

"Great Sorrow Wind-Tearing Hand!"

Following his sharp shout, two pitch-black palm shadows appeared out of thin air. The edges of the palm shadows were surrounded by twisted wind vortexes, emitting a heart-palpitating tearing aura, like ghost claws from Hell, reaching out to grab Jiang Luo's shoulders.

This high-level Dou Technique of the Cloud Mist Sect came at the cost of overdrawing one's Dou Qi, and its power was terrifying!

Jiang Luo's expression did not change; the Dou Qi in his body suddenly boiled. He crossed his arms to protect his chest, and the brilliant Dou Qi condensed into a tangible battle armor.

"Clang!" The palm shadows landed on the battle armor, emitting the sound of clashing metal, with almost no damage to the armor.

"It is not over yet!"

Seeing that his move failed, Yun Shan's breathing was already somewhat disordered, but he gritted his teeth and once again urged his Dou Qi, with gray-black gale winds appearing around his body.

"Wind Brake Annihilation Gale!"

That gale looked slow, but in reality, it contained the power to devour everything; wherever it passed, space rippled.

Jiang Luo coldly snorted. Instead of retreating, he advanced. His right hand formed a claw and reached directly into the gale. With a force of his five fingers, he actually tore the gray-black gale apart.

"Impossible!"

Yun Shan's pupils constricted. This move was his trump card for both defense and attack, yet it was broken so easily.

Jiang Luo could not be bothered to waste words with him. His figure approached like a phantom, Dou Qi gathered on his fist, and he smashed towards Yun Shan's chest with the sound of breaking wind.

In his desperation, Yun Shan exhausted his remaining Dou Qi to unleash his final killing move.

"Limit of Wind - Sunset Radiance!"

In an instant, endless wind elements converged into an illusory scorching sun. The light was blinding, and it slammed into Jiang Luo with the momentum to burn mountains and boil seas.

This was the manifestation of him pushing the Profound Truth of the Limit of Wind to its limit, attempting to perish together.

"A mere grain of rice dares to compete with the sun and moon!"

Jiang Luo let out a long shout, and the Dou Qi in his body erupted without reservation; the pressure of a Dou Zong swept out like a tsunami.

He threw a punch, the fist radiance tearing through the sky, crashing directly into that "sunset."

"Crack —"

The illusory scorching sun shattered in response, its light instantly dimming.

Jiang Luo's fist, its momentum undiminished, slammed heavily into Yun Shan's chest.

"Pfft —"

Yun Shan was struck hard, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, spraying blood from his mouth that stained the air red.

He fell heavily to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust. He struggled a few times, but ultimately collapsed helplessly, his breath fading; clearly, his defeat was set.

The plaza was deathly silent; everyone was too stunned by this overwhelming victory to speak.

Yun Ling and the other Elders looked ashen, knowing that the sky of the Cloud Mist Sect had completely collapsed.

Jiang Luo stood in mid-air, his gaze sweeping over the scene below, his voice cold: "Who else is unconvinced?"

No one answered, save for the moaning wind, witnessing the end of a generation's hero.

"Jiang Luo, don't be too arrogant!"

Yun Shan lay on the ground, his chest heaving violently. Every breath pulled at his broken bones and muscles, causing his vision to darken from the pain.

But as he looked at that tall, straight figure in mid-air, his eyes still burned with the flames of unwillingness, his hoarse voice carrying a final madness:

"Do you think... destroying my Cloud Mist Sect means you can sit back and relax? Do you know that behind my Cloud Mist Sect... there exists an even stronger entity!"

Jiang Luo raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone flat: "Oh? Is it that so-called Hall of Souls?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yun Shan suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief: "You... you actually know about the Hall of Souls?"

"A force that hides in the shadows, specializing in petty, underhanded deeds—what is there to boast about?" Jiang Luo sneered, his Dou Qi surging again, "Don't talk about having the Hall of Souls as your backing; even if you brought more Dou Zong, today, the Cloud Mist Sect still cannot be saved!"

"Arrogant!"

Yun Shan was so enraged that he was almost angered to death by Jiang Luo's words.

Without further hesitation, he shouted towards the depths of the Cloud Mist Sect.

"Protector Wu, save me!"