"You court death, junior! You dare to block my Soul Technique with your bare hands!"
When Zhao Zhiyi saw Chu Qingyun use neither his Martial Soul nor a weapon, instead just extending a hand, he couldn't help but roar in fury.
"Hmph. It's just a Tier One Martial Soul. No matter how proficient you are, it's still nothing more than a measly Tier One Soul Technique!"
Chu Qingyun snorted.
"Die!"
Amid Zhao Zhiyi's furious roar, Chu Qingyun's right hand smashed down hard on the spear's brilliant glow.
CRACK!
A crisp sound echoed.
Under Chu Qingyun's palm, Zhao Zhiyi's sharp spear light shattered like glass hitting the floor, instantly disintegrating into fragments.
Meanwhile, a Divine Pattern flashed on Chu Qingyun's hand, which was completely unharmed.
"Impossible! How can this be?!"
Zhao Zhiyi froze on the spot, letting out an involuntary cry of alarm.
"Nothing is impossible. Now, die."
