General against general, spear against spear!
The instant the Seven Feather Spear was withdrawn from the storage space, Wang Chen simultaneously activated the powers of the five great Fiend Wheels—Corpse Hound, Prostrate Arrow Wheel, Sparrow Yin Wheel, Swallowing Thief Wheel, and Non-Poison. Overwhelming Killing Intent surged into the spear.
This mystic weapon spear suddenly burst forth with unprecedented blazing light, its tip spitting out a three-foot blade radiance as it met Huang Jue's Soul Sever Spear head-on.
Spears!
The two long spears crashed violently together, then sprang apart in unison.
Wang Chen's entire body shook as he staggered three large steps back with a "thud, thud, thud." The Seven Feather Spear in his grip trembled lightly.
Huang Jue, meanwhile, took a single step back, swayed, and regained his footing.
In the first exchange between the two, this fifth-tier Martial Ancestor of the Hidden Dragon Society had clearly gained a slight upper hand.
Yet Huang Jue's expression was incomparably grave. For the first time, surprise appeared on his wrinkled old face, and his gaze fixed upon Wang Chen was as deep as an abyss.
Even a lion used its full strength to hunt a rabbit. Since joining the Hidden Dragon Society, Huang Jue had accepted hundreds of missions and had never failed a single one.
The enemies Huang Jue encountered ranged from strong to weak, but regardless of who the target was, he had never underestimated or slighted them.
Even if his opponent was merely a first-rank Martial Trainee, he still gave it his all.
That spear strike just now had contained ninety percent, nearly all, of Huang Jue's strength. Man and spear had become one, their qi streaking through the heavens like a rainbow. Even Martial Artists at the peak of the same tier would not dare meet its edge