As Han Ming finished speaking, Wan Renshan's eyes suddenly darkened.
How arrogant!
This arrogance was not only Han Ming's confidence in his own strength, but also a form of contempt for the Primordial Holy Heaven.
He couldn't help but frown, feeling insulted.
As the leader of the Ten Saints, Wan Renshan was almost invincible in the Primordial Holy Heaven. Even Lin Xuan, who was superior to him in the tower, did not humiliate him like this.
Moreover, apart from that one time, he had never lost.
Faced with Han Ming's disdainful intentions, Wan Renshan's eyes flashed with anger.
Three moves?
He pursed his lips and remained silent, but a spark ignited in his eyes that seemed to spread like wildfire.
He would make this Holy Son of the Han Ming pay the price for his arrogance!
The spear pierced through the void, bringing with it a sharp whistling sound. The blood-red spear, like an extremely dense and unyielding stream of blood, thrust towards Han Ming.
Wan Renshan's hand gripping the gun had clearly defined knuckles and bulging veins.
The first touch was a test, but he still used about 60-70% of his strength.
boom!
The spear struck Han Ming's body, creating ripples, Wan Renshan frowned.
He didn't feel any piercing flesh at all; instead, it felt like piercing a soft yet hard Stone.
That's it?
Han Ming glanced at the spear that was now stopped an inch in front of him, unable to move, and couldn't help but sneer.
The spear pierced his protective Spiritual Qi Spiritual Qi, but was enveloped by it and could not penetrate any further.
With a casual wave of his hand, he deftly deflected the force of Wan Renshan's spear without taking a single step back.
He remained calm and composed.
"One move."
You have two more moves.
Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Wan Renshan's eyes. He swept his spear horizontally, his aura increasing significantly.
This shot was fired with eight-tenths of its force.
Han Ming raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the spear sweeping towards him, and raised his hand to block it.
A shot hit his arm, but the Spiritual Power protecting him didn't dissipate. Although it still didn't break through his protective spiritual Spiritual Power, the shot did knock Han Ming back half a step!
Han Ming took a half-step back, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
But there was no surprise on her face.
Instead, he grinned.
"Not bad, I underestimated you. This is your second move. You have one last move."
"If this is all the skill you have, then I have no choice but to ask you to go down and keep him company."
Shentu Feng, who was called out again, looked grim. His face was dark as he stared intently at the stage, clenching his fist involuntarily.
Although he and Wan Renshan were rivals on many occasions.
However, at this moment, he sincerely hoped that Wan Renshan could defeat this detestable Holy Son and thoroughly extinguish the arrogance of the Primordial Slaying Alliance!
Wan Renshan was also somewhat annoyed by what he was said. He took a Han Ming, and a deep, blood-red light flashed in his eyes.
At this moment, he gripped the spear tightly in his hand, unleashing all his Spiritual Power, pouring it all into the spear. The blood-red spear seemed to be infused with life again, trembling and humming as if it had come back to life.
"Die--!!"
A furious shout was forced out from the throat of the Wan Renshan.
The sound echoed throughout the arena and spread to the audience.
He used all his strength in this strike.
They even used their most treasured combat techniques.
This attack caused a flicker of emotion and astonishment to cross Han Ming's eyes.
The spear collided with his body.
boom!
A massive wave of Spiritual Power surged forth, crashing against the four sides of the arena like a tidal wave, startling many who couldn't help but take a step back.
This made their hearts clench, and they stared intently at the center of the arena, not daring to look away even as their hair was blown about by the wind.
How did that attack go?
Will a winner be decided?
Ultimately... did that holy son Primordial Slaying Alliance manage to hold out?
As the shockwave dissipated, Han Ming was nowhere to be seen where he had been standing; only a terrifying drag mark remained, testifying to just how powerful Wan Renshan's attack had been.
But before everyone could relax, their gazes shifted and they saw Han Ming not far away.
His hair was slightly disheveled, and his eyes gleamed with admiration. His hand was already raised, tightly gripping the spear at his chest. Opposite him Wan Renshan, his face filled with astonishment and disbelief.
After retreating more than ten steps, Han Ming finally blocked the attack.
Apart from a few strands of hair being slightly disheveled, he was Wushang!
"This!"
"This... how is this possible!"
Many people were so shocked that they stood up straight and stared wide-eyed.
The final strike from Wan Renshan just now had even made them feel a terrifying killing intent that could sting their skin. Many of the Thearch Realm present were asking themselves if they could withstand that attack.
But the answer they finally received was no.
Even a powerful expert at the Thearch Realm Third Layer couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
While he wouldn't be seriously injured by that shot, a direct confrontation would still result in injury, so retreating was the best option he could consider.
But this Holy Son of the Primordial Slaying Alliance not only withstood the attack with his physical body once again, but also only retreated ten steps or so, thus blocking the blow?
Is he even human?!
"Hehe..."
On the arena, Han Ming slowly raised his head, looked at the shock on Wan Renshan's face, curled his lips, and uttered a few words.
"The third move."
"It's my turn!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Ming twisted his hand, gripped the spearhead tightly, and threw Wan Renshan away.
He stomped his foot, giving no one a chance to react, raised his sword and followed, his Sword Intent bursting forth instantly!
Many of the holy masters in the audience changed their expressions.
Fifth-Level Sword Intent!
"No... this is the Sword Intent at its fifth level of perfection!"
No one expected that the Holy Son of the Primordial Slaying Alliance was actually an extremely pure sword cultivator who had comprehended Fifth-Level Sword Intent.
It's important to know that Sword Intent is not dependent on cultivation level.
Many Great Emperor, even Ancient Emperor, may not have even reached the Fifth-Level Sword Intent!
The holy masters of the Primordial Holy Heaven looked much uglier.
In their Primordial Holy Heaven, there are many sword cultivators, but few possess such Sword Intent.
Even the Sword Stele Elder only possessed the Sixth Layer Sword Intent.
Wan Renshan's expression changed drastically. By the time he tried to raise his protective Spiritual Power to shield himself, it was already too late.
The longsword, imbued with Spiritual Power and Sword Intent, pierced through his protective Spiritual Power with exceptional smoothness, penetrating his chest and causing a chaotic surge of Sword Intent to course through his internal organs.
He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and then spat out a mouthful of blood that tasted sweet and metallic.
A large amount of blood bloomed in mid-air like a dripping flower, only to be wiped away by Han Ming 'Han Ming smile.
Then, the sword was pulled from Wan Renshan's chest, and the violent force sent him flying, landing heavily on the ground!
From the moment Han Ming said "It's my turn" until now, the time has been less than two breaths!
The entire room fell silent instantly!