At the sight of the fiery red Sky Piercer and its icy crescent blade, even Zhang Liao's expression changed. But his spear had already swung behind him, just in time to knock the incoming Ruyi Jingu Bang flying again. No matter what, though, he could not pull the spear back in time to block the Sky Piercer sweeping toward the prized horse beneath him. Left with no choice, Zhang Liao treated a dead horse as a live one. His iron-cast legs clamped hard around the horse's belly as he yanked the reins upward, trying to make the steed leap over the Sky Piercer. The Ferghana horse seemed to sense the danger as well. With a shrill neigh, it raised its forelegs.
Unfortunately, a Ferghana horse was still only a Ferghana horse. It was not Red Hare, which housed a portion of the Red Dragon Soul. Had it been Red Hare, it would likely have ferociously rammed straight into Yin Kuang at this moment, enough to send both Yin Kuang and his horse flying. This Ferghana horse could only neigh and leap aside. To create this instant, Yin Kuang had made countless calculations. From throwing the Ruyi Jingu Bang to recalling it, every step had required perfect timing. One small mistake, and Zhang Liao's spear would have killed him—the wound torn open on his chest by the force of the blow was the best proof of that. How could Yin Kuang possibly let that beast evade him?
Purple Dragon Soul power flooded into the Sky Piercer without restraint, causing eerie violet flames to surge over the fiery red halberd, crimson and purple intertwining.
"Die!" Yin Kuang glared with clenched teeth, roaring inwardly. Never before had he felt time pass so agonizingly slowly. At that moment, the corner of his eye caught