At that critical moment, Ye Xiwen struck after yet arrived first. His five fingers clenched into a fist, and surging fist force swept out, smashing directly into the longsword condensed from wind.
Clang!
In an instant, the wind-forged longsword shattered on the spot. The technique that had beaten Duan Long Wuyu into such a miserable state appeared utterly powerless before Ye Xiwen, completely incapable of matching him.
It was shattered in a single instant.
"Watch out!"
Someone suddenly cried out.
Just as Ye Xiwen shattered the wind longsword, a spear pierced out from the void. At some unknown moment, it had already appeared before him. Endless wind-attribute laws clung to the spear, almost having manifested into tangible form.
This was Feng Chengzhi's true trump card. It was clearly a divine artifact, and an exceptionally powerful one even among divine artifacts.
"Suicidal Scholar, is it? Then I'll let you die knowing the truth. This spear is Wind God's Gall, the magical artifact of a legendary and immensely powerful wind god. It is now in my hands. If you die beneath it, your death will not be unjust!"
A cruel smile appeared on Feng Chengzhi's face. This was his true trump card. He had not used it even when dealing with Duan Long Wuyu, yet now he had brought it out at once.
Even he could sense the threat Ye Xiwen posed to him.
Pfft!
That warning seemed completely useless. By the time the words fell, the spear had already pierced through Ye Xiwen's body, thoroughly skewering him through the heart.
The scene was incomparably brutal. The battle had only just begun, yet Ye Xiwen had been struck by a spear. He looked even worse off than Duan Long Wuyu had been earlier, utterly unable to resist Feng Chengzhi.
A truly savage,