The red robed man's shock lasted only an instant before it turned into even fiercer resolve.
"Trivial tricks. Watch me break your fake dragon claw!"
With a furious roar, the Crimson Flame Spear in his hand blazed brighter. The condensed Flame Roc Phantom seemed to come alive, letting out a piercing cry as it spread its wings and whipped up a scorching storm. Even space distorted slightly where the spearpoint pointed!
Facing this incomparably fierce strike, Lin Langtian's gaze remained calm as still water.
He slowly raised the dragon hand flowing with Primordial Power, curling his fingers slightly. Rather than dodging, he reached directly for the violently thrusting spearpoint!
"Courting death!" A trace of mockery flashed through the red robed man's eyes.
His Flame Roc Dragon Locking Spear specialized in breaking physical defenses. Even spirit beasts renowned for their defenses would not dare take it head-on with their bodies, much less a human!
Yet in the next instant, the mockery on his face froze.
Clang!
A deafening metallic crash erupted. A violent shockwave swept outward from the two of them, and even the sturdy ground of the reception platform revealed fine cracks!
Lin Langtian's palm, covered in strange Dragon Scale Patterns and shimmering with Primordial Grey Light, had actually seized the spearpoint of the Crimson Flame Spear!
The Flame Roc Phantom pounced upon his palm, its scorching flames burning madly, yet they could not leave even the slightest mark on that seemingly thin layer of grey light. Instead, the Primordial Dragon Power crept up the spear shaft, making the spear hum as though it could no longer bear the strain!
"How is that possible?!"
The red robed man's pupils shrank sharply. He felt a force as heavy as an archaic mountain and as tyrannical as the Primordial Dragon God travel