"Not good!" Li Zheng, upon seeing Zhao Yun charging at him with an ice-cold expression, didn't hesitate at all and immediately pulled out a talisman. This was something his clansman had given him, a life-saving item, it was also a secret technique. Before the silver-blue Sword Qi from Zhao Yun could sweep over, the talisman transformed into more than a dozen shadows that flew off in all directions with an incredible speed.
"Secret Technique?" Zhao Yun was taken aback, then a flash of anger crossed his eyes. Holding the Dragon Gall Spear in his hand, he closed his eyes, and then, trusting his instincts, he thrust the spear toward the direction of a shadow. As the spear was retracted, droplets of fresh blood fell from its tip.
"Pfft!" Li Zheng, who was zooming through the sky with the speed of Inner Qi Manifestation, was inexplicably pierced through the chest by the spear.
