Chen Qing moved first.
His figure went from stillness to motion without the slightest warning. Like an arrow tearing through the air, he ripped apart the swirling snow.
"Honglong—!"
The dense snowfall was swept up by the suddenly erupting gale, transforming into a twisting, rolling ribbon of white mist before him, like a snow dragon roaring!
This movement was unbelievably fast.
Most True Origin Realm disciples below merely saw a blur. Only an afterimage remained where Chen Qing had stood; his true body had already crossed thirty meters alongside that snow-dragon mist. A point of solidified cold light gathered at the tip of the Jingzhe Spear and stabbed straight at Nan Zhuoran's throat!
Before the spear arrived, its spear intent, condensed to the utmost limit, had already locked onto its target like an ice awl piercing bone.
"So fast!"
Not only the True Origin Realm disciples—even Ji Yunliang, ranked third among the true disciples, had his pupils contract sharply, waves crashing through his heart.
He considered himself no weakling, yet Chen Qing's sudden burst of speed had reached the very limit of what his eyes could track!
To his astonishment, barely over a month had passed since they last met, and Chen Qing's strength had already advanced to such a terrifying degree?
Nan Zhuoran's heart also tightened.
He had expected Chen Qing to seize the initiative, but not that this first thrust would possess such terrifying speed and momentum. It was as though the wind and snow around him had become part of his spear stance, man and surroundings seamlessly merging as he bore down with the might of heaven and earth!
But he was Nan Zhuoran, the Top True Disciple, an unparalleled figure who had forced every genius of his generation to bow their heads for more than a