SHWISH!
The Breaking Army Spear landed in Hong Yu's palm.
A faint silver light flowed along the spear's shaft. A ferocious True Dragon coiled around it, its head forming the spear's tip, the sharp point jutting out from its open mouth.
The moment he grasped the Breaking Army Spear, Hong Yu felt a sense of perfect harmony, as if it were an extension of his own body.
After days of refinement, he had successfully tamed this Mortal Level Middle Grade Primordial Weapon.
With the spear in hand, his aura instantly erupted. His overwhelming momentum completely eclipsed the Young Commander's sharp presence.
"Is that a Primordial Weapon?"
The Young Commander's eyes narrowed, and the greed within them burned even hotter. "Excellent, excellent! You brat, not only do you possess a Mortal-Level Martial Skill, but you also have a Primordial Weapon. Hahaha, if I kill you today, I'll have hit the jackpot..."
