Facing the spear stabbing down at her head, wreathed in foul-smelling yellow mist, Jiang Yuechu did not shift her feet an inch.
The fierce wind swept her jet-black hair backward.
It revealed eyes as still as an ancient well.
The sea of qi within her roared, and the golden-blue sun spun madly.
An utterly unreasonable surge of power poured into her right arm.
"Courting death?!"
Seeing this demonic cultivator dare to meet the weapon manifested by his primordial spirit with a bare fist, Senior Brother Mo was stunned.
Shock and fury churned in his heart, and his killing intent surged.
Since you're so arrogant, leave that arm behind-along with your life!
A yellow rainbow pierced the sun, arriving in a flash.
Under the utterly horrified gazes of the two disciples, Zhao and Liu,
Jiang Yuechu's expression remained unchanged as she hurled a thunderous punch straight at the incomparably sharp spear tip.
Boom-!!!
"This..."
The vicious expression on the face manifested by Senior Brother Mo's primordial spirit froze instantly.
The next moment,
Crack.
A crisp sound of shattering rang out.
The shaft of that yellow-mist spear, over ten feet long,
was forcibly bent beneath the young woman's fist, which was not particularly large.
Cracks rapidly spread across it.
Until it dissolved completely into yellow streaks of light that scattered through the air.
The momentum of Jiang Yuechu's punch did not diminish.
It punched straight through the spear and slammed into the chest of Senior Brother Mo's primordial spirit.
Bang!
His primordial spirit shuddered violently.
Under that single punch, more than half of it was smashed apart.
Its body was blasted backward over a thousand feet.
Only after shedding most of the force did it barely manage to stop.
"How is that possible..."
Senior Brother Mo stared fixedly at the black-clad figure