"How is this possible?"
The scene had unfolded in a flash, too fast for Lu Qinghu and the others to follow. Shock and disbelief were written all over their faces as they gradually recovered their wits.
Ma Tianba was an outstanding level-three adept of Qi-gathering who would rank among the top five level-three adepts of the three elite lesser families.
But he had been killed by a single attack from a seventeen-year-old youth.
Although they had not confirmed that Ma Tianba, who had been sent flying, was truly dead, they knew without a doubt that he was indeed dead.
Under the circumstances, it would be a miracle if Ma Tianba had not died.
"Is he holding… the black iron spear from the second floor of the Hall of Gods?"
"Isn't he only a level-two adept? How could he wield a black iron spear weighing one thousand two hundred jin so effortlessly?"
