A Stick of Incense?

Sensing the sudden, massive surge of power rising beside him, Ji Bochang was stunned.

It was one thing that he couldn't discern the depth of this Heavenly Court Heaven-Patrol Division immortal beside him—after all, the man had deliberately restrained his aura, appearing as nothing more than an ordinary, naive youth.

But he, Ji Bochang, was a genuine Painting Realm Great Demon of Cloud Dream Palace. Having achieved the Painting Realm long ago, even without intentionally unleashing his power, his thick demonic aura alone was enough to make ordinary creatures tremble and retreat.

Who on earth was this death-seeking fool who dared to strike at him?

The thought flashed through his mind in a split second.

Ji Bochang let out a cold snort and instinctively reached out his palm.

His five fingers tightened suddenly, gripping the purple-gold spear tip that had pierced through the air.

The might of the Painting Realm was, naturally, extraordinary.

Relying solely on his demonic physique, he brought the long spear to a dead halt in mid-air, unable to advance even an inch further.

Ji Bochang glanced to the side, seeing a white robe dancing in the wind amidst a swirling mass of thousands of black dragon shadows.

Jiang Yuechu looked toward the two of them with an expressionless face, and the moment the spear tip was gripped, black flames erupted from her body.

As her hem flared in fury, she utilized the resistance against the spear to deliver a heavy, powerful whip kick that seemed capable of shattering mountains!

BOOM—!!!

A dull, thunderous roar exploded above the sea of clouds.

Ji Bochang's expression changed drastically.

He could never have imagined that this human girl's change in tactics would be so swift.

With her spear blocked, she showed no sign of retreat, instead using the momentum to