An iron spear had cheated the Violet Fate Sect disciples.
A silver spear had cheated Sun Hua and Liu Daoyun, and had caused friction between two great Sects.
If Fatty's father knew about this, his eyes would definitely grow wide. The iron, silver and gold spears were crafted by his artisans.
If Fatty had a chance to hear about it, he would definitely find it incredibly amusing.
Meng Hao hadn't even known how useful the silver spear would be. The people from the Winding Stream Sect and the Cold Wind Sect had already stopped chasing him. And now, even if they wanted to pursue him, they wouldn't be able to track him down.
And yet, his face was as grim as before. He stood on the treasured fan, popping down Demonic Cores. Ding Xin pursued him on his giant leaf, his face cold. In order to kill Meng Hao, he would follow him to the ends of the earth if necessary.
