It was not cast entirely from flood dragon gold. It was a fusion of flesh and metal.
It was more intricate and complex, and complexity lay far closer to instability than simplicity did. Certainly, flood dragon gold encased it too, but under a heavy blow, one possible outcome was this: the flood dragon gold remained intact, yet the Dantian was injured.
Pei Ye had never verified this, and the blueprints could not answer such a subtle question. But in these circumstances, unless he chose to bare his neck for slaughter, this was the next sword strike he had to deliver.
"Killing you would be like crushing a maggot under my heel," Yu Ziliang said, craning his head forward and glaring viciously at him. "Go on, act arrogant! Why aren't you acting arrogant anymore?"
Pei Ye did not look at him. Lips pressed tight, he watched the heavy spear in Yu Sicheng's hand. An instant before that wrist lifted, he turned along the wall first. The next moment, the explosive crash of the spearhead striking the wall rang out beside his ear, but no stone fragments flew. The vermilion palace wall seemed cast solid.
Then the spear abruptly swept sideways along the wall!
The keen spear blade reflected in his pupils. Pei Ye raised his sword.
Without truly placing himself inside Ziliang's body, he could never have developed a sense of familiarity with these four tyrannical spear strikes. He had already met many of Yu Sicheng's thrusts earlier, but only once his opponent truly understood him completely would this kind of spearwork emerge. It had no fixed forms, but its momentum, crushing the enemy step by step, never changed.
The first strike shattered Ziliang's [Mercury Blossoms Floating Raft] stance and grievously wounded him; the second forced him into a desperate position