Refining the Broken Wing Arrow

Entering the pavilion, it was the same as before, except this time there was no arena—only a vast plaza.

At the end of the plaza, an old man stood suspended in the air. With a sweep of the spear in his palm through the bloody water, he tore open a rift.

The spear was over three meters long, icy cold from end to end. At a glance, it was clear that it had not been forged, but condensed from some special substance, strange and unfathomable.

"Take one strike from my spear. Catch it, and you pass. Fail to catch it, and die!"

The old man's face remained expressionless. With a flick of his spear, it began spinning, stirring the bloody water into a straight black line.

"I'll do it!"

Seeing this scene, Luo Qingcheng stepped forward. Her delicate body swayed lightly as she landed in the field.

Though Yi Qing was somewhat proud, she had to admit that this Luo Qingcheng was no inferior to her in either figure or beauty. The innocence and liveliness unique to her were even more enviable.

"Good. Begin!"

Seeing someone approach, the old man's Soul Force abruptly focused. His arm shot forward, and in an instant, the black line formed by the spinning spear stabbed toward her, producing a violent sonic boom as though it would shatter space itself.

This old man was slightly stronger than the golden-armored man from before. Though he still had not reached the Void Breaking Realm, the power contained in this move was already no weaker than that of an early Void Breaking Realm expert.

"Good timing!"

Luo Qingcheng was no longer as flustered as she had once been. Hearing the sonic boom, she drew her curved bow into a full moon, nocked an arrow, and released it.

Whoosh!