"So strong!"
Ling Xiao couldn't help but reveal a smile; he didn't know what Martial Arts Meng Tong cultivated, but it must be formidable.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be possible to burst forth such a strong momentum.
Of course, the stronger Meng Tong was, the happier he became!
"Come on, use your strongest strike, and let me see what you're made of!"
Ling Xiao didn't advance, he stood there, like an eternal and indestructible War God, as if neither surging monstrous waves nor wild winds could shake him in the slightest.
"My lord, be careful!"
The technique Meng Tong was concocting had reached its peak.
On the surface, there was no clear winner in terms of momentum, but battles aren't won on momentum alone—ultimately, the outcome is the King's Path.
As his words ended, Meng Tong's Halberd trembled in his hand, the previously overwhelming urge to battle that almost made the many soldiers watching unable to withstand it vanished and concentrated entirely onto the tip of the spear.
