The spear flew with piercing whistles and dull thunder, its golden shaft gleaming like a stream of light under the sunlight.
From the moment he acted, it was so fierce that Wu Chongzhe couldn't block it at all and could only retreat to evade.
But such evasion was exactly what Yang Zhenshan had anticipated.
Yang Zhenshan suddenly stamped on the ground, causing the green stones to instantly shatter, then sprang into the air.
With a whirl of his arm, the spear that was stabbing forward turned into a powerful slash downwards.
Clang...
The sound of metal clashing rang out as the spear heavily struck Wu Chongzhe's Yan Ling Saber.
The terrifying force numbed Wu Chongzhe's arms, causing unbearable pain in his hands, and he nearly failed to grip the saber's hilt.
"Haha, good!"
Yang Zhenshan burst into laughter.
The spear flipped once more, sweeping in a strike, and Wu Chongzhe could only retreat repeatedly.
