For a warrior who had stepped into Meridian Cultivating tier of Xiantian realm, even a flower or a leaf could be his weapon. Thus, although it was just a lump of sputum, its strength and speed were not weaker than a bullet fired from a large caliber sniper gun.
A white beam flashed in front of all profligate sons standing on the deck. Taba Haofeng, who had been behaving calm and overbearing, suddenly sprung backward, while swinging the longsword in his hand forward. A loud clanging noise rang through the air. Taba Haofeng was forced to take three steps back, and a bowl-sized hole appeared on the deck in front of him.
A dead silence reigned the scene. Stunned by what happened, those dancers and singers from Palace of Celestial Tune covered their mouth with their hand, no one daring to make any sound.
