Zhao Qianyuan’s dragon spear drew a cold path through the air, piercing into Han Sheng’s chest. The destructive strength contained within erupted from the spear point, instantly sweeping through his entire body.

Han Sheng’s five fingers grasped forward. Although he was less than an inch away from Zhao Qianyun, he couldn’t move even a tiny bit closer.

The dragon spear slowly faded away before disappearing. Han Sheng’s corpse fell down, but before it struck the ground, it turned into endless powder that scattered across the earth.

Meanwhile, facing Leng Feng nearby was another Zhao Qianyuan. This Zhao Qianyuan thrust out his hand and the dragon spear reappeared in his grasp.

The spear point trembled within an incredibly small rage. It ignored Leng Feng’s potent defenses and pierced in between his eyebrows, causing a spray of red and white goo to emerge from the back of his head.

Then, the two Zhao Qianyuans burst apart like bubbles, instantly vanishing from sight. Next, his figure appeared where he was initially. His dragon spear was still stabbed into the ground as if from the very start he hadn’t even moved a single inch.

However, Leng Feng and Han Sheng who had become even stronger after undergoing demonization had actually died beneath his hands.

Shua –

Zhao Qianyuan drew out his spear and stood straight. He looked up, his eyes deep and profound as if they could contain all the stars in the skies.

He lifted his spear and pointed it towards the ancient tree monster. Slowly, his aura began to rise, a little bit at a time, as if he were an ancient vicious beast slowly awakening from hibernation. The dragon spear in his hand began to turn pure gold in color, as if it were forged entirely from gold. Then, scales started to appear on the spear...