In his despair, spears were sucked away one after another, circling Zhao Yun. Spiritual energy rampaged through his body, causing unbearable pain, yet Zhao Yun did not utter a sound. Even breathing felt like being cut by blades, but he still forced himself to inhale!
At that moment, everyone present, including the Great Grandmaster elders, felt as though they were witnessing a divine dragon drawing in water. It was utterly breathtaking!
Zhao Yun's power erupted like an inverted galaxy. No one could stop this strike. Everything in its path had to be destroyed. He would never bow his head!
Boom, rumble!
The spear and the flying bluestone slabs shattered into pieces. The force of the spear grew ever fiercer, stabbing directly at the elder's palm and forcibly breaking the cage formed by his five fingers.
"I'd like to see just how arrogant you are!"
The elder possessed the dense, weighty power of a Grandmaster. Why would he fear Zhao Yun? He directly met him head-on.
The two collided, and Zhao Yun's spinning body abruptly stopped. With a bang ringing in their ears, weaker martial artists immediately bled from all seven orifices and died!
Zhao Yun's face was white as paper. The elder before him was the first Grandmaster Realm expert he could not defeat head-on. He had never feared Zhao Bahuang, who was only half a step into Grandmaster Realm, but even with the ancient divine spear in hand, fighting a true Grandmaster was still extremely difficult.
"Die!"
Not only did the elder not stop, he accelerated. He struck out with a palm that looked limp and soft, yet was terrifyingly fast and carried horrifying force.
Zhao Yun gathered all his spiritual energy at his heart. The demon core spun wildly, and his eyes turned a frightening blue.
Bang!
Zhao