Spear Shadows swept across the sky.
A pinpoint of cold light struck Hong Tiangui squarely in the neck.
Yet beneath the spear tip, there was only a shallow indentation, without the slightest injury.
Chen Babai's expression remained unchanged. He shook the shaft sharply, sending a spiral of force through it, trying to break through this man's protective inner strength.
A fierce gleam flashed in Hong Tiangui's eyes. Unhurried, he sprang backward, and an indescribably powerful surge of strength swept from the iron rings toward Lian Youming.
From beginning to end, he never even glanced at the iron spear.
Lian Youming was now drenched in blood, whether others' or his own, he did not know. Though he lowered his center of gravity in time, he was still dragged sliding toward Hong Tiangui.
Nor could he let go, or the opportunity they had fought so hard to secure would vanish in an instant.
But he was already covered in wounds.
In strength alone, he was struggling to hold out.
A closer look revealed that both his arms were black and blue, blood seeping outward, his pores almost unable to hold it in. Both fists were a mangled mess of flesh and blood, appalling to behold.
Hong Tiangui seemed determined to kill him first.
Had Lian Youming not held him up head-on, this battle would probably have ended long ago.
All the more so because he was the leader of the Two Teachings and posed an enormous threat.
"Hmph!"
Watching Lian Youming about to be dragged within reach, Hong Tiangui stamped his foot to unleash his strength, gathering breath in his mouth and letting out an ox-like bellow to drive his power.
As the sound rang out, even the grit on the ground seemed to jump.
This was bad.
Baji Boxing, Heart-Top Elbow!