"You want my inheritance? With that broken spear of yours, you're still a hundred and eight thousand miles short!"
The nine Primordial Spirits within Chen Changqing roared in unison, his blood surging with the rumble of thunder.
He did not use the Immortal-Slaying Sword in his hand. Instead, he turned his left palm, and a pitch-black spear entwined with golden dragon patterns appeared in it out of thin air.
A high-grade immortal artifact—the Dragon Pattern Sky-Splitting Spear!
Chen Changqing channeled his strength through one arm. The Dragon Pattern Sky-Splitting Spear became a furious black dragon, smashing head-on into Mo Que's silver spear.
The two peerless weapons collided savagely in midair, without the slightest flourish.
Clang!
The piercing clash of metal exploded before the entire Nine-Story Immortal Pagoda like thunder crashing down from the nine heavens.
At the heart of the collision, seven or eight pitch-black fissures instantly tore through the void.
Violent shock waves swept wildly in every direction, blowing away every last fragment of the magical artifacts scattered across the ground.
Mo Que's expression changed drastically.
An irresistible, primeval force surged along the silver spear's shaft and flooded his arms.
The webs between his thumbs and forefingers split open at once. He was forcibly driven back seven steps, each footfall leaving an imprint several inches deep in the hard blue-gold stone slabs.
Chen Changqing remained rooted in place, utterly unmoving. The black-and-gold spear turned half a circle in his palm, its tip pointing diagonally toward the ground.
"The Dragon Pattern Sky-Splitting Spear?!"
Mo Que steadied himself and stared fixedly at the spear in Chen Changqing's hand, crying out in shock.
"That was the Immortal Emperor's personal weapon! How did it end up in your hands?"
Mo Que's breathing grew rapid.
The inheritance he had received consisted of incomplete passages