Qin Yu knew very well that Yuan Xiu was not easy to deal with.
He had the inheritance of the Immortal Slaying Sect in his hands. Although it was only superficial, it was already terrifying enough.
As long as he could not kill him in one go, he could make a comeback at any time.
Qin Yu extended his palm and grabbed the iron rod with one hand. He then looked at Yuan Xiu coldly.
Yuan Xiu was in a rage. He glared at Qin Yu and the gigantic ax in his hand transformed into a long spear.
Although no one knew the origin of this spear, they all knew that it was extraordinary.
"You damned little bastard." Yuan Xiu glared at Qin Yu and could not help but grit his teeth.
"What?" Qin Yu narrowed his eyes and sneered. "You know you're no match for me, so you're anxious?"
Upon hearing this, Yuan Xiu's grip on his spear tightened.
