As Ling Quan charged forward, he saw Xiao Yan's eyes. There was not the slightest trace of panic in those pitch-black pupils, only indifferent disregard. Ling Quan felt a surge of anger. How could a brat like Xiao Yan dare look down on him?
Ling Quan abruptly clenched his hand. Lightning flickered across his palm, silver radiance extending outward and forming into a lightning spear. Once the spear had condensed, Ling Quan thrust it fiercely at Xiao Yan's head. Its power made it seem as though he intended to kill Xiao Yan in a single strike!
Yet just as the spearpoint was about to pierce Xiao Yan's forehead, Xiao Yan's right hand shot out like lightning. Ling Quan only felt the spear in his hand become utterly immovable. He then discovered that his vicious thrust had been caught tightly by Xiao Yan with one hand gripping the spearhead, unable to advance another inch! The strength of both his hands was completely suppressed by Xiao Yan's single right hand. The spear he had condensed had been seized by Xiao Yan in a manner bordering on humiliation.
"Too slow," Xiao Yan commented casually.
Ling Quan panicked inwardly. Xiao Yan did not seem as easy to deal with as he had imagined. But in the next instant, the spear in Ling Quan's hand shattered directly, and streaks of silver light formed from lightning-attributed Dou Qi shot toward Xiao Yan's face. Xiao Yan paid them no heed. With a sweep of his right hand, all the silver light was blocked.
Watching the exchange between Xiao Yan and Ling Quan, Mu Zi'er could not help commenting, "That kid from the Ancient Clan is far too weak, isn't he?"
"He may appear to be a five-star Dou Zong, but his actual combat skills clearly belong to