Two streams of Spear Intent coiled around Qin Yan's spear. One shone pure white like the blazing sun, radiating the fierce, unyielding force of the sun at its zenith. Wherever its edge passed, the air scorched and faintly warped; the other was dark as a cold moon, radiating a chill, fathomless softness. When its tip swept past, even space seemed on the verge of freezing solid.
A warrior murmured, "So this is the Supreme Spear Intent that young prodigy has condensed? Its power is terrifying indeed."
Another warrior beside him frowned, his voice tinged with confusion. "But why is this Supreme Spear Intent so strange? There are two streams, one yin and one yang. Did they become Supreme Grade only by working together?"
A grandmaster from a major power in the crowd studied the two alternating streams of Spear Intent on Qin Yan's spear for a long time. Then he spoke, his expression grave. "Something's not right. Why do I feel that either one of those streams is every bit as powerful as Supreme Spear Intent?"
"Hahaha, how could that be? You're overthinking it."
The surrounding warriors laughed, their voices laced with teasing and scorn.
What kind of power was Supreme Spear Intent?
It was a height countless warriors of the Spear Path dreamed of reaching, yet could scarcely touch.
For a warrior to possess even one Supreme Spear Intent made him a talent found only once in ten thousand.
How could anyone possess two Supreme Spear Intents at once?
After the other experts mocked the warrior who had claimed that either Qin Yan's Lunar-Solar Spear Intents was Supreme Grade, his face flushed as though it had been held over a fire.
His lips parted slightly. He wanted to argue, but found he had no idea what to say.
*Right.