"Cough cough!"
Young master Lu was sent flying for dozens of feet before he came to a stop.
He clutched his chest, his face ashen.
He had actually lost in a competition of eye techniques!
"I haven't lost yet! Again!"
"Die!" He shouted and waved his sleeve. A dazzling golden sword flew out and slashed toward Tang Hao.
Tang Hao retracted his dragon eyes, grabbed the spear, and threw it.
Whoosh!
The battle spear turned into a bolt of lightning, piercing through the sword radiance and colliding with the golden sword.
Clang!
A deafening explosion.
The golden sword trembled and was sent flying.
Young master Lu, on the other hand, trembled again and spat out blood.
He retracted his body and was about to fight again when Tang Hao extended his hand. The star picking hand appeared and grabbed the sword, then pulled it toward him.
"This sword is not bad! It's mine!"
He put away the sword, easily wiped away the mark, and kept it for himself.
