Clang...
Just as the tip of the Pear Blossom Wrought-Iron Spear came within roughly three feet of Ren Woxing's back, it was as if he had eyes in the back of his head. The Purple-Gold Coldmoon Saber in his hand flashed back in a lightning-fast slash, sweeping up a crescent of icy light.
A crisp, echoing clash of metal rang out...
Clang...
With a crisp metallic sound, the sharp wrought-iron spearhead was actually severed by a single strike. Even the Pear Blossom Wrought-Iron Spear was knocked aside, nearly flying from his hand.
"Hmm?"
Jian Shang held the Pear Blossom Wrought-Iron Spear, now with only half its blade remaining, in one hand and pointed it at Ren Woxing. His movements stalled, and he looked faintly stunned before casually smiling and sighing.
"As expected of the leader of the Otherworlder Military Camp's greatest gang!"
What astonished Jian Shang was not merely the treasured saber's sharpness, but also the faint numbness and pain in the web between his thumb and forefinger. It seemed Ren Woxing's combat strength was no lower than his own.
"The saber in Leader Ren's hand is the Purple-Gold Coldmoon Saber, a mid-grade sharp weapon. It was a reward for killing a Northern Di commander and completing a Yellow-rank mission. Its market price is said to be over a thousand Diamond Coins!"
At that moment, Bai Chen, who had taken a treasured sword from one of her subordinates for self-defense, reminded him softly.
Clang, clang, clang...
"Ah! Ah! Ah..."
At the same time, dense and chaotic clashes of metal, furious roars, and screams erupted outside the door. Clearly, the battle beyond the council hall had already begun.
"A mid-grade sharp weapon?! It is a whole tier above the Pear Blossom Wrought-Iron Spear, which is merely a mid-grade weapon. No wonder