With a thought, the God Slaying Spear returned, falling into his hand. Feeling the terrifying power of this peerless divine weapon, Xiang Qianqiu's expression fluctuated, and he stared at Chen Yuan, asking:
"What method is this?"
"A method beyond your imagination."
Chen Yuan took a deep breath, quickly stabilizing his injuries, and inside, a weight was slightly lifted off his shoulders. His perception was correct; the God Slaying Spear had a spirit, and indeed, it would not harm him.
If not, in that critical moment just now, the God Slaying Spear could absolutely have pinned him in the void, causing his physical body to collapse and his primordial spirit to perish. Falling on the spot was not impossible.
Furthermore, this was one of the main confidences he had in facing Xiang Qianqiu alone. The God Slaying Spear was like an arm to him, and now it was as if that arm had been cut off from the opponent.
