(I'm still asking for clicks, collections, and recommendation tickets. Everyone can't see the collections, but recommendation tickets are visible. This time, I'll ask a different way: yesterday's recommendation tickets totaled 44. Work has been a little less busy over the past half month. If the number of recommendation tickets can rise to 65 a day, I'll add one chapter; if there are 95 recommendation tickets that day, I'll add two chapters. The original three daily chapters will remain unchanged. Ninety-five tickets would be very difficult for this unpopular book, but 65 is only 21 more than the previous baseline. As long as a few more readers vote, it'll be easy to reach. Fellow readers, whether you've subscribed or not, send those recommendation tickets over. Don't let them go to waste.)
"Now that you've lost your mounts, let's see what tricks you still have." Luo Qian abandoned his opponent and pounced on the nearest one-eyed burly man. Of the five men from the Flying Cavalry Tribe, this man was the strongest. He had also been directing their combined attacks just now, so Luo Qian hated him to the bone. The thunder spear in his hand flew out, sweeping toward the one-eyed man.
The sound of the spear was like thunder, its speed like lightning. The one-eyed burly man was startled and hurriedly swung his azure javelin while striking out with seven white bone spikes from his left hand. He had refined those spikes from the ribs he had removed from a Golden Thorn Tiger. They could split metal and pierce stone, and their killing power was extraordinary. Now that he had lost his mount, they had become one of his most powerful tools.
The seven white bone spikes shot through the air one after another. Luo Qian gave a cold laugh,