This sword was both urgent and swift. Li Ang released the grip on the spear shaft with his left hand as if electrified,
clenched his right hand tightly on the Long Spear, pulling it to the left, causing the Great Sword to deviate to the left. His withdrawn left hand formed into a fist which thundered forward the moment the shaft passed by.
In Ju Que's pupils, the image of the fist grew larger and larger,
without dazzling sound and light special effects, no dispersing energy aura, only sheer and violent power.
Even without scout means, Ju Que could feel the deadly threat brought by this punch,
yet his heart remained as calm as ever.
He took half a step back, pulled back his left arm, pressed his right arm against his chest, the sword blade sliced across the Tyrant Halberd spear handle, sparking a blindingly bright flash, the heavy sword stealthily guarded against Li Ang's fist, with the sword tip slanting forward towards the sky.
Boom!
