"Scoundrel, meet your death!"
This furious roar, like thunder, was deafening. The energy between heaven and earth stirred into tumult. The figure moved with extreme speed and, in the blink of an eye, had already charged towards Zhou Heng.
The person appeared to be in his fifties, with a long beard and a dignified face. He wore a dark-colored brocade robe embroidered with golden dragon patterns and brandished a long spear as he thrust it at Zhou Heng.
As he launched the spear, the energy of heaven and earth converged toward him, coalescing into a golden dragon-shaped aura on the spear, even emitting the roars of a dragon, its might shaking the heavens.
Zhou Heng could feel that all the energy pathways in his body were locked.
This meant that the man's spear had sealed off all his available movements—there was no escape, no avoidance. He had to face this seemingly boundless attack head-on.
