Feng Xian was startled when Yang Ming suddenly appeared before him. He had arrived far too quickly.
Although Feng Xian had failed to react in time, the two subordinates beside him reacted swiftly.
The short, burly man to Feng Xian's right held a Giant Axe, using its broad blade as a shield to block Feng Xian, trying to stop Yang Ming's Atlas Spear.
The other subordinate wore green robes and had a slender build. If not for the Bone Sword in his hand, he looked like a refined middle-aged scholar. The scholar thrust his sword forward, swift as lightning, aiming directly at Yang Ming's throat.
Watching the Bone Sword that sought to finish him in one strike, Yang Ming flicked his Atlas Spear. The long spear turned like a swimming dragon and swept toward the Green-Clad Swordsman, likewise aiming for his throat.
An inch longer meant an inch stronger; an inch shorter meant an inch more dangerous.
If the Atlas Spear and Bone Sword continued along their present trajectories, the Atlas Spear would inevitably strike first and open a wound in the Green-Clad Swordsman's neck. Seeing that it would not work, the Green-Clad Swordsman hurriedly changed moves, turning his thrust into a slash and attempting to sever Yang Ming's hand gripping the spear.
Sword and spear collided. The Bone Sword scraped along the Atlas Spear toward Yang Ming's hand, producing a piercing screech.
"Clang!"
Yang Ming's expression did not change. Soul Power surged through the Atlas Spear as he simulated the Soul Breaking Spear's Zhen Soul Skill, directly shaking the Bone Sword away from his spear. Borrowing the recoil, Yang Ming spun, gathered momentum with the Atlas Spear, and swung down with all his strength at the unsteady Green-Clad Swordsman.
The Green-Clad Swordsman had just steadied his sword and had