"Pop! Pop! Pop!"
Three successive explosions erupted as Lin Zifeng unleashed almost the full power of the Heavenly Painting Halberd. However, in his hands, it lacked the might it had when wielded by Shen Wuheng.
His cultivation level was still a bit low, unable to draw out the true power of the Heavenly Painting Halberd.
"Buzz... Buzz... Buzz..."
Meanwhile, the Heavenly Painting Halberd quivered with a soft hum in his hand, as if enraged by being pursued and struck by a mere broken tripod. To the Heavenly Painting Halberd, this was nothing short of an indirect humiliation.
Hatred! Such hatred!
Right now, Lin Zifeng was filled with intense hatred. He had acquired a peerless fierce weapon like the Heavenly Painting Halberd yet couldn't harness its true might. It felt like being surrounded by a feast while his stomach roared with hunger.
But damnably, a sudden toothache had flared up, making even opening his mouth a formidable task.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
