Tang Juetian continuously pushed out with his palms, sending out immense wind, making it so that Lu Tingjun could not get close to him.
Lu Tingjun was dressed in black armor and had a red cloak, looking valiant and mighty. He held a cherry-red spear in his hands, which had a wide blade and a diamond shape.
His expression was resolute as he continuously stabbed out with the spear with his right hand while performing hand signs with his left hand, casting different types of magic. Mighty gusts of wind, blasts of water and fire, and even streams of lightning were incredibly domineering.
Tang Juetian did not even take out his divine weapon, easily receiving each attack.
"Lu Tingjun, my cultivation has progressed but yours hasn't. You are no longer a match for me," Tang Juetian said as he proudly laughed, filled with confidence.
Before, he and Lu Tingjun had been on the same level, but now, he had already left Lu Tingjun behind him.
