As Qin Qing's words fell, he took a step forward in the next instant, simultaneously thrusting the Azure Dragon Spear in his hand towards Tu Baihong.
Qin Qing's spear thrust didn't seem fast, and the force behind it didn't appear to be very strong, even giving off a somewhat airy feeling.
"Too weak!"
A disdainful sneer lingered on the corners of Tu Baihong's mouth.
The other spectators shared the same thought.
"Junior Qin might have been too badly injured to unleash any more formidable power..."
Pei Zhenshan said with some concern.
Mo Nian also shook his head.
"End it!"
Tu Baihong seemed to have grown bored and wanted to completely finish what looked like the concluding battle.
"Crimson Flame Palm!"
He struck out with a palm.
On his hand was a pair of Fourth Rank Spiritual Treasure gloves that suddenly erupted with rings of crimson light patterns, swarming like surging lava and emitting an extremely intense aura.
