How Could It Be Her?

Feng Rulie was overjoyed.

No matter how profound this Spell Cultivator opponent before him was in the Dao of spells, nor how exquisite the spells he could unleash, once a Weapon Cultivator like Feng Rulie got close, there would be no good ending for him.

He had endured an enemy strike precisely for this opportunity.

He could win. He definitely could!

Boundless confidence surged within him. The spear thrust he delivered in that instant was more powerful than ever before—it was the pinnacle strike of his life!

The spear force was like a dragon, its might like a prison. No one in the Cloud River Realm could block this spear of his!

A short while later.

Within the Heaven's Mystery Hall of a First Rank Sect in Ding Province, Feng Rulie's figure abruptly appeared. Spiritual Power churned around him, his face was deathly pale, and his eyes brimmed with lingering fear, as though he had narrowly escaped death!

The boundless confidence from moments ago had already shattered into pieces and fallen into the dust.

Thinking back to the moment before he conceded, Feng Rulie found it utterly unbelievable.

After giving his all and painstakingly closing in on his opponent, just as he was about to defeat him in one satisfying blow, that opponent had calmly produced a spear-shaped Spiritual Artifact.

With a casual thrust, the spear not only broke through all his attacks, but also abruptly threw him into enormous danger.

Had he not shouted the words "I concede" quickly enough, he would have been severely injured even if he did not die!

That seemingly casual yet incomparably stunning thrust had shaken him too deeply. When his opponent had thrust out that spear, it had felt as though he was watching an adult casually discipline a child...

"Martial Nephew Feng."