Feng Rong's long spear in his hand was just a feint, his wrist shook and the spear thrust toward the Spirit Snake. The Spirit Snake, however, circled around gracefully as if embodying Tai Chi, curving along the sharp edge of the spear and then turning to bite down on the shaft, shattering the Dragon Head. The Spirit Snake vanished from sight. The spear, on the other hand, was literally bitten into.
Grinding his teeth in fury, Feng Rong spat blood onto the eyes symbol on top of his head, which radiated a brilliant light, scanning in all directions. Meanwhile, Su He leapt up and rose on the waves, soaring straight into the Nine Heavens.
"I'm here, I'm here, no need to look!"
Feng Rong's breathing grew more labored as he glared at Su He, his teeth set on edge.
