"Falling Star Spear Art, Starfall!"
A cold glint arrived first, followed by a spear thrust like a dragon. Mo Shang wielded the Starfall Spear, his figure swift as lightning. The spear tip seemed to trail a dazzling river of stars as it stabbed straight toward Shi Yi's face.
This thrust was astonishingly fast. Wherever the spearhead passed, it tore a slender black rift through space.
Shi Yi twisted aside, his dual pupils perceiving every shifting trajectory of the spear's momentum.
Yet Mo Shang was a notch faster than Shi Yi's evasion. The spear edge swept past his ear, shearing off several strands of hair.
"So fast."
A flicker of surprise crossed Shi Yi's eyes. He raised a hand and struck the spear shaft with his palm, blazing golden light erupting from it.
Clang!
The clash of metal rang out. Shi Yi's blow interrupted the spear's assault, the immense force knocking it aside.
Seeing this, Mo Shang suddenly spun, and his spear momentum changed at once. The direct thrust became a horizontal sweep, the shaft smashing toward Shi Yi's waist with the force of a thousand jun.
Facing the sweeping spear, Shi Yi turned his palm into a fist and met the strike head-on.
Boom!
Airwaves surged. Both men retreated several steps, and even space was shattered by the force erupting from their clash.
Shi Yi's palm tingled faintly, while Mo Shang fared no better, his tiger's mouth throbbing with pain.
"Very good! You are worthy of my taking you seriously!"
Excitement shone in Shi Yi's eyes. His hands formed seals, and an ancient rune flowed with the divine radiance of his dual pupils.
Crack! Boom!
The next moment, space tore open into a rift, and a phantom of dual pupils slowly emerged from within.
As the phantom appeared, Mo Shang