Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty-One
No!
Qiu Haishan's eyes widened in fury as he thrust his sword down in madness.
But his sword was short, and the spear was long.
Pu!
Just when his sword was a few centimeters from Long Xiaoshan's head, a spear thrust out from his back. This spear, formless and insubstantial, pierced into Qiu Haishan's body, causing him to violently spew fresh blood, which quickly turned black.
A powerful and cold yin energy began to spread throughout Qiu Haishan's body.
"This is..."
Qiu Haishan glared with rage-filled eyes and saw a person drift out of Long Xiaoshan's body. This person had a face like carved jade and wore ancient armor, not at all like someone from modern times but rather like an ancient warrior.
And he gave off an ethereal feeling, not like a real human.
After stabbing Qiu Haishan with a spear, Yue Ling did not move again.
