Chen Chuan's vision was almost entirely obscured by Xiang Boqing's spear. A point of Spiritual Fire was highly condensed at its tip—the spearhead itself. As it closed in, everything around him seemed to be squeezed away.
He quickly judged that the Spiritual Fire he currently possessed could not block it. He could not dodge it either, because the speed Xiang Boqing displayed at that moment was faster than his own.
He stared ahead. Just as the spearhead reached him, a phantom giant hand suddenly emerged from the air before him, wielding a Long Jian that struck in from the side and hit the front end of the spear squarely!
This was one of the results of his training. Although he could not match his opponent in freely expanding and contracting his spiritual form or altering its size, he made up for those shortcomings through finer applications.
But he knew that these measures were not enough against such power.
Sure enough, the Long Jian was knocked aside in an instant, and the giant hands collapsed at once. The spear continued stabbing toward him without changing its course. Yet after being obstructed once, the Spiritual Light had weakened considerably.
At that moment, he raised the Snow Monarch Blade in front of himself and concentrated all his Spiritual Fire there.
The spearhead struck the blade in an instant. With a boom, the highly condensed Spiritual Fire nearly completely scattered, platinum-golden radiance spilling outward in every direction. But with that block, he himself was only affected by the force of the impact, flying backward at even greater speed without suffering any injury.
However, he knew full well that this was far from over. Even if he had successfully blocked that strike, it did not mean he could withstand the next one. Especially since his