The battle between the two became increasingly fierce, with their figures constantly crossing and colliding.
Just as the duel had exceeded a hundred moves without a clear victor, Yang Zhenshan suddenly lunged forward, closing the gap to within ten feet of Chai Wuji.
"Watch the spear!"
His form shrank back, and with the two Short Spears, their tips prodding the spear butts, they transformed into a long spear and thrust out abruptly.
The spear tip flickered with a pale blade, as fast as lightning at its extreme.
Chai Wuji's pupils contracted sharply, nearly retreating instinctively.
His reaction was swift, his speed of retreat even faster, but the speed of the spear tip was faster still.
In a blink, the spear was close, aiming straight for his throat.
Such a fierce attack made Chai Wuji involuntarily hold his breath, even his heartbeat ceased, it was too late to block with his sword; his natural instinct was to mobilize the Innate True Qi within his body.
