"Strike, Fifty Stances."
A bodyguard who seemed to be the leader shouted loudly, his arm moved slightly, and a folded silver spear appeared in his hand. The others similarly shook their bodies, and a folded silver spear appeared in their hands. With a slight shake, it instantly transformed into a long spear over a meter long, its tip like lightning, piercing through the void and viciously stabbing that streak of sword light.
"Boom!"
A deafening roar suddenly erupted, and the sword light was directly pierced through, shattering into countless fragments.
"Deploy the spear stances."
Another cold command rang out. The bodyguards protecting Bai Zhiqing swiftly withdrew their spears, then, under the horrified gaze of the men in black, stepped forward and the silver spears appeared suddenly, thrusting directly, moving at extreme speed and almost leaving no chance for those men in black to react, piercing directly into the throats of the men in black.
"Thud!"
