"You're looking down on me!" Ao Wuming said coldly, gripping his golden spear and pointing it at Tang Chen. "No need for any more nonsense. Let's fight first."
His spear shot forth like a dragon, a flash of cold light arriving first!
Tang Chen sidestepped the attack, pushed the Heaven-Reaching Profound Technique to its limit, and threw a vicious punch straight at the shaft of the golden spear.
Clang! A metallic ring echoed from the golden spear.
The spot struck by Tang Chen's fist actually bent.
At the same time, an overwhelming force traveled down the spear. Ao Wuming's grip split open, his entire arm went numb, and for the moment, he could not exert any strength at all. Several drops of golden blood flowed from the wound in his palm.
"As expected, you're formidable. One strike was enough to make me suffer a small loss." Ao Wuming looked at Tang Chen appreciatively. "The blood in my entire body is boiling. Let's keep fighting. Draw your weapon."
"Forget it. You can't beat me. If I hadn't held back at the crucial moment, your golden spear would have shattered long ago." Tang Chen folded his arms and smiled at Ao Wuming. "Since you're from the dragon clan, there's no need to risk your life fighting me. Besides, fighting you would really be bullying."
Jun Luoyu hurriedly ran over and stopped Ao Wuming from continuing his provocation. "Brother Wuming, stop fighting. We can all sit down and have a cup of tea. There's no need for violence. Think about it—someone who could kill the White-Haired Blood Devil, Xue Yileng, in two moves isn't someone to be taken lightly."
After saying that, he turned around and said, "Brother, Brother Wuming is just a battle fanatic. Whenever he sees a true master, he wants