The blade and sword collided, erupting in a shrill grinding sound as sparks flew in all directions.
Lin Taichu stood there calmly, his gaze fixed on Murong Yuan in the distance. He knew that move alone had not been enough to defeat Murong Yuan.
Therefore, without the slightest hesitation, the Demonic Intent around him surged wildly once more, making his aura even more sinister and alluring. He slowly raised the spear in his hand and pointed it at Murong Yuan in the distance.
A terrifying battle intent erupted from Murong Yuan. His robes fluttered despite the lack of wind, his gaze sharp as he wielded the Three-foot Green Peak and charged at Lin Taichu.
He and Lin Taichu clashed fiercely, unleashing an incomparably terrifying pressure in the void. Demonic Flames burned across the heavens, thunder roared in fury, and every collision stirred a dreadful storm.
Murong Yuan's figure rose and fell, elusive and traceless, while Lin Taichu fought steadily, composed and unhurried. Every strike of his spear carried terrifying bolts of lightning that tore through all obstacles. His attacks came so swiftly that they were impossible to fend off, and Murong Yuan was unable to overcome him for the moment.
Boom... A terrifying bolt of lightning suddenly shot down from the void as Lin Taichu's spear abruptly stabbed toward a certain point in the air.
The thunderous light pillar pierced through. Murong Yuan's expression changed slightly as he retreated, leaving an afterimage where he had stood. Lin Taichu had already vanished.
Lin Taichu turned around and saw that Murong Yuan had fled far away. A faintly amused smile appeared on his face as he suddenly stretched out his palm. The Thunder Spear floated above his head. Looking at Murong Yuan, he coldly uttered one word: "Explode!"
Whoosh. The Thunder Spear