Qiao Nian was both shocked and enraged. His blood and qi surged, and endless strength welled up from his flesh and blood. His right arm gripping the Sky-Stopping Halberd abruptly swelled to more than three times its original size. With strength capable of moving mountains, he also employed subtle forces of shaking, vibrating, flinging, and spinning, attempting to wrench the Sky-Stopping Halberd from Meng Zhao's left hand.
Yet Meng Zhao's left palm simply and effortlessly pressed against the top of the Sky-Stopping Halberd. With the slightest pressure from his fingers, he left distinct indentations in the body of the semi-divine weapon, reducing Qiao Nian's mountain-moving strength and exquisite techniques to empty fantasies—and leaving him in an even more awkward position.
They remained locked in stalemate for roughly twelve breaths before Meng Zhao suddenly released his left hand. Qiao Nian, however, had exerted too much force. The Sky-Stopping Halberd traced a smooth arc through the air, its blade unexpectedly whipping back toward Qiao Nian's own head.
It was almost about to become the tragic farce of killing himself.
Fortunately, Qiao Nian was no longer the Innate Martial Artist he had once been. His cultivation was now formidable. With a slight stir of force between his palms, he halted the halberd's backward swing. Then, borrowing that extraordinary explosive force, he twisted at the waist and spun into the air like a whirlwind, using force against force as he thrust the Sky-Stopping Halberd at Meng Zhao once more.
This thrust was likewise a move from the Blood Battle Spear Dao: Regretful Spear Strike. It was founded upon the core essence of the ancient generals' battle-array turn-back spear technique. The move was fierce and tragic, its momentum surging like towering waves, layer upon layer, while its power continued to multiply.
This halberd strike was