The murderous aura was incredibly fierce, gathering and then dispersing in mid-air, floating into a mighty tiger-shaped energy field.
If it fell upon someone with unstable mind, they would fall ill and die, thinking it was ordinary.
The gray-black blade of death descended fiercely, Meng Chuan raised an eyebrow; he knew this move.
Wind Through Flowers!
In the next moment, a cold light erupted in Meng Chuan's eyes, his steps quickening.
Clang!!
Motohiko was too fast, he didn't dodge...
But the suddenly raised tumor on his shoulder condensed like steel, absorbing the force and resisting the strike.
Aside from some swelling on his shoulder, he was unharmed.
"..."
Motohiko's face changed slightly, his hands gripping the spear shaft were sweaty and slipping, he immediately tightened his grip again.
This powerful swing carried the tiger soul's spear aura, combined with the full force of the demon skill of Lu Wu.
