"Ha!"
With a stretch of his right hand, a long spear appeared out of thin air in Bai Cheng's grasp. He stomped fiercely on the ground and shot toward Xiao Yao like lightning. With a cold shout, he thrust the spear in his hand, and dense shadows of deep-yellow spear light burst forth.
It was as though an invisible force had torn through the air. Every deep-yellow spear shadow carried a chilling edge, like the Yellow River bursting its banks—unstoppable.
Just as the spear, carrying the force of ten thousand pounds, was about to pierce Xiao Yao's throat, he steadily caught it between two fingers. There was not the slightest panic in his gaze; instead, he remained cool and composed.
The spear trembled slightly between Xiao Yao's fingers. Despite its terrifying force, it could not break free from his grip.
"Your spear technique looks powerful, but it is as weak and limp as a woman's. There's no force behind it at all," Xiao Yao said blandly, his voice carrying a trace of disdain.
Bai Cheng's expression instantly darkened. Terrifying yellow Dou Qi surged from within him and covered the spear. A fierce force suddenly erupted from its shaft, determined to break free of Xiao Yao's restraint. Yet it remained firmly clamped between Xiao Yao's two fingers like iron pincers, utterly unable to escape.
Fu Ao gripped a blue trident and flashed out from the left, stabbing directly toward Xiao Yao.
Bai Shan appeared on Xiao Yao's right, and a spear crackling with blue lightning also thrust viciously toward him.
Facing their attack from both sides, Xiao Yao's expression did not change. He let out a mocking laugh. "Bai Shan, have you forgotten what happened that night? Who gave you the nerve to keep attacking me?"
As soon as he spoke,