Tang Wuyang sat in the lounge, his eyes closed.
The Golden Dragon Spear lay across his knees as he silently sensed the divine weapon that seemed to be one with him.
Not a trace of spear intent escaped him, yet at that moment, he felt that the Golden Dragon Spear had become a part of his body—and an extremely important part at that.
Tang Wuyang had watched Sima Jinchi's battle against Ye Xinglan closely, and more than once.
The martial soul of the Gale Blade Demon, Sima Jinchi, was the Dragon-Slaying Saber. In a sense, this peculiar martial soul might even have had a restraining effect on Tang Wuyang's Golden Dragon King bloodline.
Of course, this was only Tang Wuyang's conjecture. Whether that was truly the case depended on whether the Dragon-Slaying Saber could stand above the Golden Dragon King.
In that regard, Tang Wuyang was still very confident in himself.
In terms of cultivation, Tang Wuyang was undoubtedly at a disadvantage. His earlier matches had already proven that.
After all, the Gale Blade Demon had the cultivation of an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, while Tang Wuyang was currently only at level sixty-five.
Despite the support of his twin cores—the dragon soul and soul core—his reserves of soul power still fell short of his opponent's.
However, that was not the most important factor. What mattered most was their understanding of their weapons.
The Gale Blade Demon, Sima Jinchi, had long since developed his own blade soul. It was fierce and violent, filled with a wild savagery.
Ye Xinglan's newly formed sword soul had lost to him without any suspense.
Now that Tang Wuyang was facing Sima Jinchi today, he had yet to comprehend his own spear soul. At most, he could only claim some accomplishment in spear intent.
Compared with him,