Bottom of the valley.

When the golden long spear appeared in Qi Hao’s hands, the Genesis Qi undulations around his body grew increasingly intimidating. His aura rose steadily as a a suffocating pressure spread.

Zhou Yuan did not underestimate the now fully serious Qi Hao and retrieved the Heavenly Yuan Brush at his waist. 

“Martial form.”

Light surged on the Heavenly Yuan Brush as it transformed into a man-sized giant black brush. The hairs of the snow-white brush tip tightly bunched together, forming a flower bud shaped spear tip which gleamed coldly.

Zhou Yuan wielded the Heavenly Yuan Brush, its tip pointed towards the ground at an angle as his eyes gradually turned icy.

The swirling translucent Genesis Qi around his body gradually converged towards the Heavenly Yuan Brush, forming an exceptionally sharp blade at...