"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Amid the violent clashes of Dou Qi, dazzling fireworks bloomed across the heavens, bursting with brilliant, blinding light.
The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in Yang Chen's hands whirled like the wind. Though it was clearly a long weapon, it moved with extraordinary agility in his grasp, as natural as an extension of his arm—turning freely and striking wherever he pointed.
Though Han Feng, the Gold and Silver Elders, and the others had surrounded him, Yang Chen's defense was watertight. More than that, whenever the Gold and Silver Elders or Yuan Yi attacked, he was often able to strike first and force them back rather than merely defending passively.
Seeing that they had failed to take him down after so long, while Yang Chen only grew more imposing and exerted greater pressure on them, Han Feng's expression changed. After forcing Yang Chen back with a palm strike, he directly said to Fan Lao and Yuan Yi beside him,
"Fan Lao, Yuan Yi, the two of you go capture that little girl."
Yang Chen's movements paused slightly. Seeing Ban Lao attack, he flashed aside to evade him, and the aura of the spear in his hand surged once more as he fiercely cleaved at the Gold and Silver Elders.
"Bang!!"
That powerful spear strike not only knocked back the Gold and Silver Elders, but also shattered Yuan Yi and Fan Lao's courage.
With how insane this guy was, he had gone berserk just because his daughter had suffered a little grievance. If they dared seize that little girl to threaten him, heh, they did not even dare imagine the consequences.
Yes, they might get through today, but what about afterward? They would probably have to sleep with their eyes open, or they might never get another chance to open them.