Wang Xie's gaze was like that of a vicious crane, staring straight ahead as though he could see through a person.
As the Holy Son of the Zhu He Lineage, his strength was naturally beyond question.
"Wang Xie is going to suffer this time," the Holy Sons and Saintesses of the other lineages remarked as they watched the spectacle.
Saintess Qing smiled. "Wang Xie has been arrogant for so long. It would do him good to suffer a setback."
Although they had never fought Xu Zimo, the strength he had displayed just now already surpassed theirs.
With a single slash, he had forced the Peach Tree to abandon its peaches.
At the very least, they could not do that.
"Speaking of which, this guy probably isn't a disciple of our Yaochi," someone said.
"Probably not. With the Peach Immortal Gathering approaching, it seems things are only getting livelier," someone laughed.
Meanwhile, after Wang Xie unleashed his formidable aura,
lightning still flickered within his eyes.
He barked, "Wang Ya, this matter has nothing to do with you.
"If you dare stop me, bear the consequences yourself."
Wang Xie brought his palms together, then slowly pulled them apart. A slender aurora emerged from between them.
Looking closely, one would discover that the aurora was actually a long spear.
The spearhead looked as if it had been cast from ancient bronze, emanating an archaic aura.
On the spear shaft, a green crane rose amid mist, constantly shifting through all manner of postures.
"That's the Overlord Crane Spear, the treasured artifact that suppresses the Zhu He Lineage," someone among the spectators said.
"I never expected the Zhu He Lineage to hand this spear over to Wang Xie so quickly."
"That's only natural. After all, Wang Xie is the leading figure among this generation