"Holy shit! Young people have no martial honor! You'd better watch yourselves!"
Ying Ming Hao was driven back again and again by the surging tide of attacks that blotted out the sky, leaving him utterly bedraggled.
With so many powerful spells raining down on him, how could he dare take them head-on?
One slight misstep, and his life might be forfeit!
Ying Ming Hao's figure flickered unpredictably like a phantom as he pushed his Ethereal Steps to their limit.
He dodged left and right, deftly evading ranged attacks from every direction while closing in on his enemies at astonishing speed.
He knew full well that only by getting inside their ranks could he weaken the power of their spells.
After all, once he was surrounded, his opponents would have to worry about injuring their own companions. That would inevitably open cracks between them, creating a situation decidedly favorable to Ying Ming Hao.
Just then, an angry shout rang out. "Ying Ming Hao, I heard you once joined twelve experts to fight fifteen thousand disciples at the same cultivation level and defeated those formidable enemies. This general refuses to believe you're really that capable!
"Today, let the spear in this general's hands test your mettle!"
The speaker also wore armor as white as snow, evidently a soldier from some city or elsewhere.
He gripped a spear made from fine poplar wood with both hands. As he swung it, it moved like a flood dragon surging out of the sea, majestic and ferocious. His Military Spear Arts forced Ying Ming Hao to dodge hastily.
"Pah! A small fry like you dares challenge me?
"You truly don't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth runs! Today, I'll show you what I'm made of. Get the hell out of