"You want my inheritance? With that lousy spear in your hand, you're still a hundred and eight thousand miles away!"
The nine Primordial Spirits within Chen Changqing roared in unison, his blood and qi surging like thunder.
He did not use the Immortal Execution Sword in his hand. With a turn of his left hand, a pitch-black spear entwined with golden dragon patterns appeared out of thin air in his palm.
A high-grade Immortal Artifact, the Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear!
With one arm, Chen Changqing exerted his strength. The Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear transformed into a black furious dragon and smashed head-on toward Mo Que's silver spear.
The two peerless divine weapons collided viciously in midair without a trace of flourish.
Clang!
The piercing ring of clashing metal was like thunder falling from the nine heavens, exploding before the entire Nine-Layer Immortal Pagoda.
At the center of the two spears' collision, seven or eight black cracks were instantly torn through the void.
Violent shockwaves swept madly in every direction, blowing away every remaining fragment of magical treasure on the ground.
Mo Que's expression changed drastically.
An irresistible, primordial force surged wildly through the silver spear into both his arms.
The web between his thumb and forefinger instantly split open. He was forcibly shaken back seven steps, each step stamping an inch-deep footprint into the hard bluestone slabs.
Meanwhile, Chen Changqing stood where he was, steady as a mountain. The black-gold spear spun halfway in his hand, its tip slanting toward the ground.
"The Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear?!"
After steadying himself, Mo Que stared fixedly at the spear in Chen Changqing's hand and cried out in shock.
"That was the Immortal Emperor's personal weapon back then. How is it in your hands?!"
Mo Que's breathing quickened.
The inheritance he had obtained was only a