With two divine artifacts in hand—Holy Spirit Pearl suppressing the Evil Spirit Pearl, and the God-Demon Sword breaking the rest—Tianlin coordinated with Ning Rongrong focusing on Evil Sword Immortal himself, leaving him nearly defenseless.
"Sword Brother, what are you, a Saiyan? Riding the wind while I tank the boss—get rid of that pearl and come help me!" Ning Rongrong pouted. Of all Tianlin's teachings, she'd forgotten most—but the Dragon Ball bedtime stories stuck.
Tianlin smiled. "I want you to acclimate to your new strength through battle. You are not weaker than him. And once I destroy the Evil Spirit Pearl, he's finished: your 80% Holy Empress power alone can solo him."
At that moment, a holy light entered the battlefield—Qian Renxue had returned.
"You're here, Sister Xue. Lend me a hand," Tianlin said. To annihilate the Evil Spirit Pearl quickly, he needed her help.
"I've waited for this day," she answered. Back then, both of Tianlin's spirits resonated with her, giving them two spirit fusion skills. Holy Demon Angel was one; the other paired the Holy Spirit Pearl with her Angel.
But the Holy Spirit Pearl had become a creation artifact, far beyond her Eight-Winged Angel, so they couldn't fuse now. Still, their resonance remained; the Angel could bolster the Holy Spirit Pearl.
"Beneath the blue seas and azure skies, the heart is moonlit every night." Bathed in holy radiance, Qian Renxue danced as she recited the immortal incantation. A full moon rose in broad daylight.
"That's Cold Moon!" Chen Xin recognized a Shu Mountain Daoist art—an auxiliary spell that grants "immortal affinity," turning the target's immortal arts into critical strikes with multiplicative power. It required a woman in love to realize its mindset, illustrated by a tale of the moon goddess Chang'e. Others couldn't truly wield it; moreover, no one but Qian Renxue—who once resonated with the Holy Spirit Pearl—could buff an artifact of such high grade.
"Good. Fusion immortal arts: Thunder–Earth: Demon Takes the Body; Wind–Fire: Conflagration of Heaven; Wind–Water: Wind and Snow Seal the Heavens; Fire–Thunder: Blazing Thunder; Fire–Earth: Stars Sink, Earth Quakes!"
Tianlin unleashed five peak immortal arts in a row. Demon Takes the Body was like a simplified "shedding the mortal shell"—a 200% all-attribute boost with no side effects.
The other four were top-tier offensives.
Under Qian Renxue's immortal-affinity, every Holy Spirit Pearl attack critted—exactly the power needed to shatter the world-ending Evil Spirit Pearl swiftly.
Conflagration of Heaven: wind and fire unite, burning mountains and rivers.
Wind and Snow Seal the Heavens: cold winds bite, freezing all.
Blazing Thunder: thunder falls, annihilating life.
Stars Sink, Earth Quakes: meteor firestorms, sundering heaven and earth.
One by one, the explosive strikes hammered the pearl. Even as a doomsday artifact, it couldn't endure: fractures widened and multiplied, its surface barrier thinning.
"No—stop!" Evil Sword Immortal howled. Once the pearl was gone, there would be no path back.
"Say goodbye to your artifact forever." Tianlin loosed a final thrust—Shu Mountain's basic sword-flight, but guided by the God-Demon Sword—piercing the brittle Evil Spirit Pearl.
It shattered completely, dissolving into dust.
"Ah!"
With the pearl gone, Evil Sword Immortal's power dropped again, barely maintaining peak Supreme God-King. Divine power scattered; his strength kept falling.
Seizing the moment, Ning Rongrong executed the Golden Thirteen Tridents' strongest form—man and trident as one—thrusting through his heart.
He was grievously wounded, but not dead—that wasn't his fatal point.
"Heh… impressive, all of you. I never thought I'd lose this badly. But even dying, I'll take you all with me—Evil Massacre of All Beings!" On the brink of death, he prepared to self-detonate.
If Evil Spirit Canopies the Heavens was stoking evil thoughts as fuel, this was packing them as gunpowder for an instant cataclysm. Even in his state, it could destroy the world.
"Still won't yield? I'll meet it head-on. Heaven and Earth Primordial Spirit Slash!" Tianlin intended to clash directly.
He was confident: in ultimate might, Primordial Spirit Slash and Evil Massacre were comparable; in cultivation, he had the edge. Evil Sword Immortal's desperation could compensate somewhat, but he lacked a critical element—no Evil Spirit Pearl, no other artifacts—while Tianlin held the God-Demon Sword.
The two devastating waves collided, their aftershocks enough to sink the Douluo Continent. Tianlin had to split focus, using the Holy Spirit Pearl to shield the land.
"Die!!" Evil Sword Immortal roared, pushing harder.
Tianlin stayed silent, eyes resolute.
They deadlocked for twenty minutes.
"Incredible. To sustain such terrifying power—just how deep is their cultivation?" the God of Destruction marveled.
But all power wanes. As Evil Sword Immortal's force ebbed and Tianlin's kept rising—thanks to the God-Demon Sword both dispelling evil and absorbing it to strengthen itself—the balance tipped.
"Sever!" Tianlin bellowed. The Primordial Spirit Slash tore apart the Evil Massacre's evil force, and he flashed forward. In Evil Sword Immortal's despairing gaze, his sword pierced the forehead—his true fatal point.