Zhang Yunlu's heart jolted. The hesitation in her eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp gaze.
As the cold iron spearpoint drew closer, she raised her sword and charged straight at it, then dodged to the side at the very last moment.
Unlike the steady, cautious cultivators of the Supreme Dao Sect, Sword Sect sword cultivators excelled at taking risks. Yu Ming wasn't surprised.
He slammed his left hand against the shaft of the spear.
Roar!
The thin layer of spiritual light coalesced into a fierce, striped tiger. The spearhead was like its tail as it swept toward Zhang Yunlu's throat once more.
But Zhang Yunlu seemed to have expected it. Before the spearhead could sweep toward her, she leaned back. Just before she hit the ground, she slapped her palm against it.
Spiritual power burst forth, propelling her back into the air.
Taking advantage of the moment when Yu Ming's old strength had run its course and his new strength had yet to build, she thrust her sword at his brow. A thin layer of bloody light gleamed along the blade, then disappeared halfway through its path.
"Good!"
Yu Ming had seen this move during the Dharma Combat Test. How could he not be prepared?
He released his spear and turned his head to dodge the sword's gleam, then reached up at once.
His right hand caught the blade as it reappeared. The edge sliced through his palm and sheared off his thumb, leaving it drenched in blood.
Yet Yu Ming didn't care in the least. He drew a short dagger from his waist with his left hand and stabbed at Zhang Yunlu's throat.
Who said he could only use a spear?
Sword cultivators were good at taking risks. Hadn't he been planning the same thing?
The dagger flashed