In Zhou Qing's eyes, a chilling glint flashed.
"Boom!"
With a violent roar, the spear in Zhou Qing's hand clashed fiercely with the dual blades of Xue Jiao. The vast primal energy transformed into an unbounded energy storm, frantically dispersing into the distance, even affecting the ongoing fierce battle on the other side with Lu Ziye and the others.
"Screech..."
With a light sound, the black robe on Zhou Qing's body had its sleeve on the side holding the spear sliced off, revealing an arm as smooth as jade.
On that arm, streaks of blood silently splattered out, merging like rivers converging, gradually forming into a torrent of blood.
The blood flowed down Zhou Qing's arm, soaking into the spear shaft, and then dripped from the spear blade.
This strike actually injured Zhou Qing!
