The spirit-sense sword was unstoppable; Mara's true method was cold as frost!
Xing Tian felt a stabbing pain in the center of his brow. His charging body urgently veered toward the front left, and a visible shockwave erupted from his forehead.
A completely unadorned Mental Shock!
Wang Jixuan's spirit-sense sword was directly swept aside!
This was the gap in their absolute power.
But Wang Jixuan had expected this. He swept his spear sideways, and before the Mental Shock could strike him, the spear tip thrust toward Xing Tian's chest!
The shockwave's ripples and the spear both seemed to move in slow motion.
Through the visor of the X Armor, Wang Jixuan and Xing Tian's eyes met for an instant.
Bang!
The two figures crossed past each other.
Wang Jixuan flipped sideways twice, then landed steadily with both hands holding his spear aloft.
Trailing a line of blood, Xing Tian crashed into a production-line machine beside him.
Yet the old Psionicist acted as though nothing had happened. He sprang straight up, hovering half a foot above the ground as a flame-like aura enveloped him.
Xing Tian glared furiously at Wang Jixuan. Pitch-black Earth Prisms formed around him, while nearby machinery visibly disassembled itself. Parts and screws floated around Xing Tian one after another.
Xing Tian shouted, "You've angered me, brat."
The corner of Wang Jixuan's mouth curled slightly, his eyes filled with disdain.
The man was practically seventy or eighty, and he still dared call him a brat?
At that moment, Wang Jixuan seemed to be twenty percent possessed by Peony. He said leisurely, "As expected of an S-Class. You're pretty good at talking trash."
"Courting death!"
Xing Tian thrust both hands forward, and countless machine parts shot toward Wang Jixuan.
The X Armor worn by Wang Jixuan activated its plasma