With a tap of his toes, Chen Qing's figure seemed to melt into the wind. He closed in, sticking to Jiangchuan Bridge's retreating path, his speed a notch faster than his opponent's!
The Cloud-Coiling Spear clung to him like a shadow. Its tip hummed, transforming into several points of cold starlight that enveloped the major acupoints on Jiangchuan Bridge's body, forcing him to turn and block.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Jiangchuan Bridge's palms flew as he pushed his Netherworld Bone-Eroding Hand to its absolute limit. Jet-black palm shadows clashed violently with the cyan spear light, erupting in a series of deafening metallic clashes. The escaping Strong Qi shredded the surrounding trees to pieces.
With every spear thrust he blocked, Jiangchuan Bridge's arms grew more numb and sore, and the horror in his heart intensified.
