Before they could even act, the adversaries, poised to strike at Zhao Qinghan and Wu Yin, were jolted by the sudden demise of one of their own. Wang Xuan stood with his spear aglow, a solitary barrier against their onslaught.0

Wielding his spear with the elegance of a staff and the precision of a blade, he advanced, the spearhead cutting through the air with a brilliance that was both deadly and dazzling. His adversaries beat a hasty retreat. They had intended to take out Zhao Qinghan and Wu Yin swiftly, but were forced back by the onslaught of the young man bathed in flames. 0

They could barely breathe as the tip of the spear sliced through the air with an explosive force during Wang Xuan’s approach. Despite their best efforts, one among them sustained a ghastly wound, his chest torn open by the spear's mere graze, flesh and bone laid bare in a bloody spectacle.0

Wu Yin, witnessing this display, felt a surge of relief. Wang Xuan’s arrival just before they were surrounded and almost captured was a godsend. Zhao Qinghan observed him with a mix of admiration and contentment. The life force emanating from him was palpable, a testament to his newfound strength and entry into the extraordinary realm. Her smile, radiant and peaceful, betrayed her confidence in the transformative...0