The old man wielding the Iron Hook was so terrified that his soul nearly left his body, a chill ran from his tailbone straight to the back of his head, cooling his blood.
Qin Yi's strength was something he had experienced firsthand.
He frantically stimulated his Cultivation, pushing his strength to the extreme, as if a century of Cultivation was all for blocking just this one strike from Qin Yi.
Qin Yi moved, swift as a stream of light, trailing layers of afterimages behind him.
"Ah..." the old man wielding the Iron Hook roared, as if to bolster his own courage, and flung the Iron Hook with a lightning speed toward Qin Yi's face.
The Big Halberd swung, sweeping horizontally with a clang, sparks flying in all directions, and the Iron Hook was directly knocked away.
"Hoo!"
The fierce wind stung the opponent's cheeks painfully, the Flood Dragon Spear lifted up, as if cleaving Mount Hua, and slashed down viciously toward the old man's head.
