Facing the long spear, wrapped in foul yellow mist and thrusting straight down at her, Jiang Yuechu didn't move an inch.
Her jet-black hair whipped backward in the gale.
Revealing eyes as still as an ancient well.
The Qi Sea within her roared, the golden-blue sun spinning wildly.
A force so overwhelming it defied reason surged into her right arm.
"Looking to die?!"
Senior Brother Mo saw that this demonic cultivator actually dared to meet the weapon manifested by his Primordial Spirit with her bare fist.
Fury and shock surged through him, and his killing intent soared.
Since you're so overconfident, then leave this arm—and your life—behind!
A yellow streak pierced the sun, arriving in an instant.
Under the horrified gazes of the two disciples, Senior Brother Zhao and Junior Brother Liu,
Jiang Yuechu remained expressionless. Facing the spear tip, sharp beyond compare, she slammed her fist forward.
Boom!!!
"This..."
The ferocious expression on the face manifested by Senior Brother Mo's Primordial Spirit froze in an instant.
The next moment.
Crack.
A crisp sound of shattering rang out.
The spear, its body formed from yellow mist and more than ten feet long,
bent under the girl's fist, which was not especially large.
Cracks rapidly spread across it.
Until it completely transformed into a skyful of yellow light and vanished.
Jiang Yuechu's punch didn't slow.
It blasted straight through the spear and slammed into Senior Brother Mo's Primordial Spirit in the chest.
His Primordial Spirit shuddered violently.
The blow scattered most of it.
His body was sent hurtling a hundred yards away.
Only after shedding most of the force did he barely come to a stop.
"How is this possible..."
Senior Brother Mo stared at the dark-robed figure in the distance, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.
In the cultivation