As his words fell, Sikong Jing hurled the spear in his hand toward the foot of the mountain like a javelin. Still like an Iron-Wing Divine Vulture, it shot wildly down at a slant, skimming along the mountainside...
After only a few breaths, it arrived before Copper Refining Manor's reinforcements.
Copper Refining Manor's reinforcements had just sensed the battle on the mountain as well. Of course, he knew that Sikong Jing, supposedly wielding an Imperial weapon, was formidable. Ignoring A Xie, he abruptly spun around, preparing to catch the spear.
But when Sikong Jing's spear reached him, it suddenly seemed to have exhausted all its strength and plunged headfirst into the earth before him.
The shaft protruding from the ground still swayed faintly at that instant, looking both ridiculous and laughable.
A Xie froze, and so did Copper Refining Manor's reinforcements.
Then... hahaha!
Copper Refining Manor's reinforcements came back to his senses. Pointing at the swaying spear shaft, which looked like a wagging tail, he burst into wild laughter.
He even clutched his stomach and bent over.
Laughing, he shouted back toward the mountain, "Fuck, I nearly forgot. Fuck, you nearly scared me to death... How could you possibly throw a spear this far? Do you think you're at the Emperor Martial Stage?"
Although Sikong Jing and Chen Er's battle had not lasted long...
In the eyes of most people in the Central Plains, those in the War Martial Realm were hardly weak.
Coupled with the treasures that had accelerated them, A Xie and Copper Refining Manor's reinforcements had actually already fled an exceedingly great distance. Sikong Jing was no terrifying powerhouse of the Emperor Martial Stage—he was not even in the Spirit Martial Stage.
No matter how incredible he was, no matter how powerful the Imperial weapon was, there