The phantom's gaze shifted to Ye Ling's index finger, seemingly struck by a sudden thought.
"Fighting is fine, but you must not use that Saint's bone in your hand, otherwise, what's the point of fighting?"
Ye Ling nodded, grinning, "Sure, no problem. Whatever you say goes, since you can't really do anything to me anyway."
"Enough talk, make your move!" the phantom huffed coldly, then suddenly vanished.
The next moment, in front of Ye Ling, there appeared a long spear emitting a brilliant golden light.
"Get out of my way! Chaos Spear Technique, second form, Spear Breaks the Sky!"
Boom! The phantom thrust the long spear fiercely, and in an instant, a towering spear intent, like a wild dragon, swept towards Ye Ling, carrying with it an aura of world-destroying ferocity, as if it would annihilate the world!
"Well done!" Ye Ling laughed heartily, gripping his blade and slashing fiercely.
