He kept needling him aloud to keep him from noticing the poison. "Legend has it that amid the desert and snowy mountains, General Black Teeth beheld the boundless heavens and earth and the shifting winds and clouds. He fused the School of Military Strategy's principle of 'holding the line' with his own towering physique, creating a supreme art called the 'Mount Yanran-Suppressing Art,' built around the idea of 'unmoving as a mountain, moving like thunder.' It cultivates both qi and body. There's also a spear art called the 'Thirteen Frontier-Guarding Forms,' plain and unadorned, yet bristling with killing intent... I have to say, you haven't trained it very well..."
Fury flared in the black-clad man's eyes!
"You're courting death!"
He roared, and his spear technique abruptly changed!
Gone were his earlier probing attacks. This was a true killing move-the Thirteen Frontier-Guarding Forms!
[Night Raid of Five Hundred]!
The spearpoint thrust like a shooting star, his body following the weapon in an unstoppable charge!
This form emphasized "striking when least expected, attacking where undefended," driving straight into the heart of the enemy camp with the greatest speed and fiercest offensive!
Lu Changfeng sidestepped, sweeping the Shennong Ruler along with the motion. His blade flowed like water, deflecting that vicious spearpoint!
The black-clad man was about to turn his spear when he suddenly felt a slight numbness in his hand.
He thought he had merely exerted too much force and paid it no mind. He kept attacking fiercely, determined to teach this green brat a lesson!
At the third battlefield.
The last black-clad man was locked in combat with Zhao Lanjun.
This man specialized in finger techniques. His ten fingers were like swords, incomparably sharp. Every thrust of a finger sent a fierce blast whistling through the air, piercing straight toward a