"Who?" Roslav, Zhang Tie's guard, roared. He grabbed a spear from his back and hurled it straight toward the source of the voice outside the hall.
Roslav was not yet a knight, and his sensitivity to the aura outside was weaker than that of the College of Cardinal Elders' elders. As Zhang Tie's guard, seeing an uninvited guest intrude on such an occasion, he naturally made the first move.
For a Great Battle Master, Roslav's strike was exceptionally formidable. Yet the instant his spear flew out, it stopped at the entrance to the hall, suspended in midair. Then, before everyone's eyes, the steel spear crumbled into dust like sand swept by the wind. Everyone in the hall was stunned by this bizarre sight.
Just as only a section of spear shaft a little over a foot long remained, that voice suddenly snorted coldly. "A mere ant dares to strike? Take it back..."
The spear shaft suddenly shot back, slicing through the air with a shriek as it flew toward Roslav's chest. In terms of sheer force, it was more than ten times stronger than Roslav's original throw.
Everything happened too quickly, as swift as lightning and flint. The moment the word "back" left that voice's mouth, the remaining spear shaft streaked through the air in a thin trail of fire with a piercing whistle and arrived before Roslav's chest. Even clad in heavy armor, Roslav would have been pierced through the chest and blown apart on the spot by this strike.
Roslav had no time to dodge. Below the knight level, even a level-fifteen Battle Spirit would be wiped out by such an attack. Its effect was fully comparable to Zhang Tie's Thunderbolt in the Palm.
Just as the short spear shaft came within half a foot of Roslav and