Zuo Qiugu raised his hand, casually shedding the verbal attack, and said:
"Not bad, you try this move?"
This time was different from before; five breaths after the voice fell, he made his move.
No longer displaying techniques to entangle the Qi of Heaven and Earth, all the grandmaster's vast Qi was condensed solely on the dark Thunderbolt Spear. With a slight movement of the palm, there was a thunderous sound, and the Thunderbolt Spear appeared in front of Wang Anfeng, giving almost no time to react.
The Qi consumed by this spear even surpassed the one that shattered the sea of clouds just now.
The Divine Martial Sword shimmered with flowing light, and within Wang Anfeng's Thunder Pond, the Sword Qi Flood Dragon let out a long cry.
The Divine Martial Sword moved later but arrived first, blocking an inch before the tip of the Thunderbolt Spear.
