Xiang Ziyu's body burst forth with endless mana, pouring into the long spear. Bathed in sunlight, the spear tip glittered with a cold light, the thick mana pulsating unstably.
The next moment, the spear thrust upward sharply, a cold light flashing past, like a meteor streaking across the sky. The air around the spearshaft whirled madly under this thrust, forming an air vortex that encircled the shaft and swept towards Wu Ming.
Golden light blazed around Wu Ming, not showing the slightest intention to counter or defend. His stick continued to smash towards Xiang Ziyu's head.
Trying to trade wound for wound with me?
You'd have to break through my defense first!
After all, I am a being of Inner Dan Great Perfection!
His Chaotic Army Breaking Stick, carrying an endless force, thundered down, and the whole world seemed to shake. This strike, as if it could shatter the heavens themselves.
