Facing Li Mo's life-or-death strike, Xu Wuyi's eyes narrowed slightly.
With his movement technique and spear arts, he could have chosen to avoid the brunt of it entirely, wait until Li Mo exhausted himself, then win with ease.
But he did not.
He wanted to test just how far this month of bitter training had taken him.
Xu Wuyi drew in a deep breath. Inside him, that invisible "furnace" rumbled thunderously at this moment.
His qi and blood no longer circulated gently. Instead, they surged as if ignited into raging flames, rushing madly along the unique pathway of the fifth form of Hundred Refinements Furnace, Furnace Flame, toward his right arm and into the long spear.
At the same time, the essence of the Wind-Settling Spear—the threefold burst of force—had also been driven by him to its limit.
The spear shot out like a dragon, advancing instead of retreating.
A speck of cold light stabbed straight for Li Mo's throat. It moved later, yet seemed to arrive first.
In the instant before spear tip and blade edge were about to collide, Xu Wuyi shouted inwardly, Explode!
Bzz—!
Upon the long spear, invisible Furnace Flame seemed to rise.
The threefold force stacked layer upon layer, then was instantly detonated by the qi and blood that Furnace Flame had condensed to the extreme.
Boom!
The spear tip slammed head-on into the blade edge wrapped in bloody light.
The expected deadlock did not appear.
Li Mo only felt a terrifying force far beyond his imagination surge from the spear tip like a volcanic eruption.
The innate divine strength he took such pride in was as fragile as paper before this power.
The Ghost-Head Broadsword was forcefully knocked aside, while that unstoppable spear light did not pause in the slightest, instantly shattering the virtual