The moment the name Zhao Zilong left his lips, the figure on the stage abruptly raised his eyes. His gaze was stern and commanding, his courage as bold as a lion's.
The two pheasant plumes trembled lightly, like dragons soaring into the clouds.
"I—"
Just as Zhou Sheng was about to introduce himself, the Magic Power in his Dantian suddenly erupted. Every hair on his body stood on end, and a sense of danger rose unbidden.
Whoosh!!
The next instant, a snow-bright silver spear flew through the air like a silver bolt of lightning tearing apart the darkness. The howling wind from the spear blew apart the hair at Zhou Sheng's temples from three feet away.
Pulling Hong Xian along, he flickered away, shifting from the Kun position to the Li position. He placed himself before Hong Xian, while the gleaming silver spear brushed past his forehead.
A strand of hair drifted slowly down.
Buzz!
The silver spear quivered before being gripped firmly by a hand. Silver thread wound around its shaft, a red tassel hung from its head, and it trembled with a humming cry.
The thrust had been swift and vicious, carrying the force of galloping thunder, as well as concealed power that could collapse, coil, shake, and explode. Even someone born with divine strength would have found it impossible to catch.
Yet Zhou Sheng's hand was like forged iron. He clamped down on the butt of the spear and nailed it firmly within his palm.
His eyes became bright and keen, his pupils faintly squarish. His Dharma Eye had opened.
Feeling the burning sensation in his palm, ripples stirred within Zhou Sheng's heart. The mastery behind that single spear thrust was enough to reveal the other party's skill.
His ears twitched, as though he could hear hoofbeats