Dressed in the Heavenly King Armor and holding the Heavenly King Spear.
When he thrust the spear, his body was also propelled by that powerful force, flying backward toward the sky.
At that moment, Lu Xingkong was mighty and domineering, as though a god had descended.
How could a battle-hardened lion be challenged by just any Tom, Dick, or Harry?
Of course, if the one challenging him was a gray tiger, that would be another matter entirely.
It was as though a great demon had appeared on the ground, or a heartless man had broken his vow; rolling thunder came crashing down, determined to strike them into charcoal and leave them with no way back.
Wherever Lu Xingkong's spear pointed, the thunderbolt charged toward Song Gudú.
Rumble—
In the sky, its long, scorching body dragged out a fiery red tail.
The white light blazed, illuminating the entire viewing platform until it looked like a phantom of light and shadow.
The wrath of thunder made all things bow their heads.
With a single thrust, heaven and earth lost their color.
Within Mount Lan, all the beasts cowered in their lairs, their heads lowered, not daring to look up.
The battered Divine Sword Plaza trembled with another buzzing vibration. Large amounts of rubble rolled into the sword trench Mu Dingyi had cleaved through its center, crackling and popping as they fell.
Even the passersby driven to the foot of the mountain were shaken by the thunderclap. They scattered and dodged in all directions, wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves, as though another world were about to descend.
The Xumi Spear!
This thrust was the hidden dragon-clan spear technique in the little box Li Mu Yang had given him.
After obtaining this spear formula, Lu Xingkong entered the virtual illusion realm and,