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The next moment, a fierce dragon roar erupted from there.
The sharp Dragon Lance pierced straight through.
However, golden runes, no larger than the size of a palm, spontaneously appeared at the tip of the spear.
The aggressively lunging spear then came to a sudden halt in mid-air.
It was as if it had entered a quagmire.
"..."
Shen Yi, holding the long spear, silently raised his eyebrows.
Wu Jun caught the expression of his master, the streak of gold suddenly shattered, and the spear tip slammed into its chest, making it stagger backward several steps before finally steadying itself.
"Master, what a spear technique!"
Shen Yi took a deep breath, glanced indifferently at it, and withdrew the Dragon Lance effortlessly, too lazy to say more.
If you're going to fight, fight properly, what's the point of holding back?
