When Zhou You heard those three words, he was initially somewhat stunned. Where had the Fierce Demon Spear come from?
Wasn't the Fierce Demon Spear Yan Wanjun? After his defeat, he had died at the hands of his former mentor, Yanshan, and completely withdrawn from the contest.
Then Zhou You realized it was not the current Fierce Demon Spear, but his predecessor—and the previous Demon Weapon Overlord.
A Demon Weapon Overlord from a certain generation, the Fierce Demon Spear, had actually interfered in this matter and appeared at the final moment.
Zhou You instinctively swept his gaze toward where Wu Linbei was lurking. Did he know about this?
Wu Linbei himself was utterly bewildered. He realized he had been used; the Fierce Demon Spear was the true fisherman who profited in the end.
This spear strike had come at precisely the right moment. Not only would it sweep up Zhou Daqian and the Legitimate Son in one net, it would not spare even him, this "little friend."
Thinking of how that usually cheerful and gentle youth possessed such deep and terrifying schemes, Wu Linbei let out a breath. This was the bearing and calculation a Demon Weapon Overlord ought to have. His loss was not unjust!
The power of the demon weapon within him was like a sheet of paper pinned beneath an iron weight. The wind could not budge it; it was pressed flat against the ground.
This was the suppression exerted by the supreme violence within demon weapons over those beneath it.
Wu Linbei's limbs stiffened, his mind filled with questions. "The Heart Demon Ring has come. Can he block this strike?"
The sky split apart, voluntarily making way for the Fierce Demon Spear. Its enormous, razor-sharp tip cast a shadow over the city itself and everything around