Hearing the mockery in his opponent's words, Song Yinglong's face darkened, losing the composure of a man who once held everything in his grasp.
The faint stabbing pain around his heart made his cheek twitch violently.
That last spear thrust, as nimble as a roaming dragon, had not pierced his chest, but its fierce force had followed the tip through the air and seeped into his body from a distance.
Had he not combined a Wind-Riding Talisman with the Bird-Crossing Technique to float upward in that hairbreadth instant, the spear would likely have pierced his heart.
With his [Black-Iron Buddha-Skin Body], his palms were far tougher than the rest of his body.
Even so, after taking more than a dozen spear thrusts head-on while constantly using deft force to redirect their power, both hands now felt numb from the shocks and trembled uncontrollably.
Song Yinglong withdrew his palms into his sleeves. His expression shifted as he found himself caught between advancing and retreating.
He had schemed against the Prefectural City's two great lineages, swept away the Wei Family and Xiang Family in a single stroke, and effortlessly pocketed the Iron Wall Guard and White Scale Guard. He had been riding high.
At the height of his triumph, even the sudden emergence of an expert like Hong Yuan had only warranted a little extra attention. He had never believed he could not subdue him.
He had even thought this was a "vanguard general" sent to him by heaven!
Now things had become deeply awkward. He apparently was no match for Hong Yuan, and whether he could return alive remained uncertain.
Sorcery was mysterious and wondrous, hence the saying, "That which lies beyond human ability is called sorcery."
But sorcery was not the Dao. Every spell was a debt, and whatever one