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The eighteen-foot spear was like a golden dragon. With a sound like the Shattering of the Void, it slammed toward Meng Qi. Its speed and might were so overwhelming that it seemed Dugu Shi himself had thrown it with all his strength, rather than merely finding a spare moment to interfere amid the fierce battle.

At that moment, Meng Qi held the Jade Cutting Saber in his right hand. He instinctively brought it down in a heavy slash, striking the spear from the side in an attempt to deflect it and avoid its sharp point. At the same time, Flowing Fire burst from his left hand in sparks of sword-light. The light split in two, then four, layering into a supple web to dissipate the remaining force.

The saber's weight twisted the void, as if all the power of heaven and earth had gathered behind it. The strike landed with pinpoint accuracy, just an inch below the spearhead. Yet Meng Qi felt no solid impact. The golden spear suddenly accelerated, leaping like a fish over the Dragon Gate and skimming past the saber's edge without being struck at all!

Damn it! Only then did Meng Qi realize the golden spear concealed an explosive, spiraling force. The rotation of its shaft had hidden it from his senses. The instant it met pressure from an outside force, that power would erupt, driving the spear forward faster and making it impossible to guard against!

Boom! The sound of the sonic boom lagged far behind the spear. Its acceleration let the point pierce through just as the Flowing Fire sword-light was about to weave itself into a net, weakening its force only slightly.

Golden light shimmered around the spearhead, with subtle power concealed within. Meng Qi felt a chill rise from the depths of