After gaining the initiative with two basic moves, Cheng Zhishu took advantage of the moment Shao Yang shifted his spear stance to leap forward. Coordinating his spear with his movement technique, he unleashed a rapid succession of thrusts.
"Ghost Step Triple Layer Spear!"
This was a move from the Six Harmonies Spear Art that incorporated the path of the Swift Spear, specializing in attacking an enemy's centerline.
Three spear thrusts arrived in the blink of an eye, so fast that one could barely keep up a defense.
With Cheng Zhishu's hand and foot in harmony, spear and eye in harmony, heart and qi in harmony—his inner and outer aspects united—the might of this move rose to an astonishing level.
The three vital acupoints running up Shao Yang's chest—Spirit Seal, Spirit Void, and Spirit Storage—were, in the span of a blink, approached by the chilling glints piercing from Cheng Zhishu's spear tip, lined up as though they were about to be picked through in one stroke.
On the mountaintop, Man Zhongli and Ning Xiang, witnessing this perilous scene, could not help turning pale. For people like them, who did not excel in movement techniques, there was no way they could evade such a swift move.
Qian Xin's heart was clenched as well. Under such a lightning-fast offensive, even if she went all out, she reckoned that her chance to set up an array would be less than thirty percent.
Over on Zhai Kui's side, Sang Feiyu watched Cheng Zhishu's performance without the slightest trace of joy on his face. Instead, his expression grew increasingly gloomy.
Ever since his elder brother Sang Feichen had died suddenly in the Grand Illusionary Realm, many within the sect had turned their attention toward him. They intended to nurture him into the next Sang Feichen, to