Just as the burly man was about to pierce through Zhang Yang's back—
A long spear thrust in forcefully from the right.
The burly man's expression changed as he felt the cold glint of the spear tip. If he insisted on killing Zhang Yang, he too would be pinned dead by this spear.
Without hesitation, he chose to pull back, twisting at the waist.
The long spear missed.
Zhang Yang dove to the ground. He rolled several times to put distance between himself and the burly man before getting back to his feet, a look of lingering fear on his face.
The burly man stood firm once more.
He ignored Zhang Yang, his eyes fixed on a lovely figure not far away.
Every Martial Artist in Qinghe County knew that Huwei Arts Hall had a Female Martial Artist at the Yijin Pass who was skilled with a spear. This must be her.
Xiao Qiaoniang held a seven-foot-long spear behind her back, her killing intent formidable, no less than any man's.
A mocking sneer tugged at the corner of the burly man's mouth.
