The two martial monks stared, dumbstruck. They gazed blankly at Tie He's corpse on the sand, then abruptly turned to look at the figure standing tall with a spear. Stormy waves surged through their hearts.
Who was this young man?
His spear technique was actually this fierce and sharp!
That was Tie He, Xue Li's chief disciple, with the cultivation of Nine Refinements. Though he had not reached the peak, he was by no means a weakling.
Yet under this young man's spear, he had died on the spot after merely two exchanges!
There might have been the suspicion of a sneak attack, but the second strike had been a frontal collision that crushed everything in its path. That was an outright, undeniable suppression!
This man's strength... had likely reached the pinnacle of the True Origin Realm. He might even stand shoulder to shoulder with those half-step Grandmasters who had failed in their attempts to break through!
Master Jingtai's fingers paused slightly upon his prayer beads. A trace of understanding flashed through his eyes as he murmured, "This spear technique... is fierce and violent as thunder, yet it also secretly accords with the mysteries of the stars' revolutions..."
He recalled certain rumors, concerning that Grandmaster of Yan Kingdom who had dominated through the Spear Dao.
But this young man was so young. Could he have received the true inheritance?
On the other side, Han Shan and the remaining two Great Snow Mountain experts of Eight Refinements wore looks of horror.
Tie He's death was like a basin of ice water poured over them from head to toe, chilling them to the marrow.
The three of them joining hands might have been able to contend with this man, but Tie He had had his throat pierced in a single exchange. How