BOOM!
A torrential aura erupted from Xu Yang. The tyrannical pressure was too much for the ground beneath his feet, which shattered and exploded outward as if a Fierce Dragon had awakened from its slumber.
Facing the relentlessly advancing long spear, his expression was grim and his gaze sharp as lightning as he suddenly shot his hand out.
BANG!
The spear tip, as elusive and unpredictable as a flood dragon, was caught firmly in his hand. The Red Tassel Spear Head was stopped dead, unable to advance another inch.
"How is this possible!"
Zhang Bei's eyes nearly popped out of his head. His spear thrust was powerful and its movements endlessly varied. Whenever he'd used it in past duels, his opponents had either been forced to evade its edge or counter with an attack of their own. This was the first time anyone had seen through it at a glance and caught the spear head with their bare hands.
