Cheng Tianzao slowly rose to his feet, exuding an imposing aura without even showing anger.
"Big guy, come on!" Wang Zong looked at Cheng Tianzao, smiling as he picked up the long spear. He held a saber in one hand and the spear in the other, speaking calmly.
Cheng Tianzao said, "Since Black Tiger Stockade was founded, you're the first person who has dared to kill someone before me, and the first to point a weapon at me. Then let everyone remember why I am the stockade chief, while you are... lackeys!"
Boom!
His legs bent slightly, and in the next instant, he sprang into the air like a black cannonball hurtling toward Wang Zong.
Seeing Cheng Tianzao charge over like that, Wang Zong inexplicably thought of himself on the first floor. Unable to fly yet still daring to leap around in front of enemies—that was simply courting death.
He immediately rushed forward, calculated Cheng Tianzao's landing point, and suddenly executed a turning spear thrust.
However, the thrust was not aimed at Cheng Tianzao. Instead, Wang Zong released the spear and sent it flying ahead. The moment the shaft left his hand, he kicked its butt end. The spear lost its balance and immediately dipped downward, while its tip violently tilted up.
Cheng Tianzao fell rapidly. In a flash, a sharp pain struck his rear, and the spear drove straight through his back door, instantly reaching his throat.
"..."
Cheng Tianzao's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
Then he spat out a mouthful of blood. A huge amount of electricity burst from his body, and crackling arcs of lightning flashed continuously.
"Your weakness was so obvious, and you jumped that high... What were you thinking?" Wang Zong asked calmly as he slowly approached Cheng Tianzao.
After the first half-demon