Clash of Artistic Conceptions

"Buzz..."

The Soul-Severing Spear pierced through the Space Barrier, tracing an arc of death through the air. The Blood Fiend Qi Zhao Yin had condensed through years of fierce battles on the frontier gathered at the spearhead, its points of cold light clearly visible. The spear light it emitted made Song Changsheng's eyes sting with pain.

"Break!"

Song Changsheng's blood and qi churned within him, his bloodline surging endlessly like a great river. His qi rumbled like thunder as his body suddenly shuddered. At that moment, the Law of Strength revealed its sharp edge, and the Space Barrier Zhao Yin had frozen around him shattered in sheets like fragile floating ice.

"Boom!"

Blood and qi gathered in his left arm as his iron fist struck like lightning toward the Soul-Severing Spear, now right before him.

After countless temperings, with his blood and qi fully roused, Song Changsheng's physique could only be described with the word "terrifying." He actually used his physical body to withstand Zhao Yin's Soul-Severing Spear head-on.

Everyone only heard an explosive roar beside their ears. The Blood Fiend Qi gathered on the spearhead instantly scattered, and the Soul-Severing Spear flew backwards. Its gleaming silver shaft bent into an unbelievable arc before abruptly snapping straight again.

Zhao Yin's figure appeared like a ghost. Raising his silver spear, he charged forth once more.

Battle-hardened generals who had spent years slaughtering enemies on the battlefield all understood one principle: once an enemy was suppressed, they could not be given the slightest chance to catch their breath. They had to be slain beneath the fiercest possible offensive.

Thus, Zhao Yin's fighting style emphasized nothing but "unyielding ferocity and sharpness." His attacks flowed without end like a surging river, while spear lights filled the heavens, suffocating all who saw them.

Song Changsheng