Within Twin Dragon Gorge, the cold wind cut like blades.
Only now did the Silver Spear that had been knocked skyward begin to fall. Hong Yuan flicked his foot, sending a pebble shooting out as swiftly as a streak of starlight.
With a ringing clang, it struck the shaft. The Life-Taking Throat-Locking Spear reversed direction in midair and spun down into Hong Yuan's palm.
At the same time, Han Dingtian staggered backward, his feet pounding the ground. With every retreating step, the bluestone slabs beneath him shattered inch by inch, leaving deep footprints.
Then a series of muffled pops erupted from his chest, spraying blood. The Spear King's face had lost every trace of color, turning as pale as paper.
A savage roar tore from his throat. Still gripping his spear tightly, he drove it into the ground.
The bluestone paving within several yards shuddered violently, sending rubble flying. Braced against his spear, Han Dingtian stood motionless, his body straight as a javelin, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on Hong Yuan.
He had already stopped breathing.
Hong Yuan's strike had possessed both the elusive unpredictability of Flowing Cloud Unfixed Force and the fierce sharpness of Tiger-Baleful Mountain-Splitting Force. With the two combined, Han Dingtian had not even had time to defend himself before the blow landed on his chest, driving its force straight into his organs.
Outwardly, he appeared unharmed, but his organs had already been smashed by that ferocious, domineering force!
Whatever renown Ming Province's foremost spearman had enjoyed in life, he had no value now that he was dead. Hong Yuan could not be bothered to spare him another glance and simply looked at the man beneath his foot.
"What technique did you just use?"
The sudden attack by Lei Meng, the Raging Tide Hand, had seemed dangerous, but