The spear tip hung low, black blood slowly trickling down the grooves of the Jingzhe Spear.
Only the sound of rubble rolling and the crowd's breathing remained between heaven and earth.
Everyone stared fixedly at the green-robed, spear-wielding figure, then at Ye Canglan's corpse pinned to the ground behind him by a single spear. Their eyes were filled with earth-shaking horror and disbelief.
"Ye Canglan... is dead?"
No one knew who first uttered those words in a trembling voice, but they were like a pebble cast into boiling oil, instantly detonating an uproar throughout the crowd.
"He killed a Fifth-Turn Night Clan leader head-on! How is that possible?!" All color drained from Wu Xuanhai's face.
He knew Ye Canglan's strength all too well. Even if he himself fought Ye Canglan, they would at most be evenly matched; one careless mistake, and he could lose his life.
Yet such an expert had been locked down by Chen Qing's eighteen-spear formation, pierced through the chest by a single spear, unable even to escape?
"Eighteen Spear Intents forming a domain... Protector Chen's attainment in the Spear Dao..."
Master Jingse pressed his palms together and uttered a Buddhist invocation, his clouded eyes brimming with shock.
He had long known that Chen Qing was destined for the Buddhist Sect and possessed extraordinary talent, but he had never imagined he would be this astonishing.
Eighteen Spear Intents, condensed into a Spear Domain. Once word spread, it would surely shake the entire Northern Cang.
Su Linyuan stood nearby, watching Chen Qing's back.
He had known from the start that this youth was no creature confined to a shallow pool, yet he had not expected this hidden dragon to be so formidable.
Even in Yun Kingdom, even in the Que Sect, such a youth would be one of