"Shura True King Spear!"
Mo Tianya's spear pierced through the water column. The black radiance of his spear extended rapidly, unexpectedly tripling in length in an instant, its brightly gleaming, fierce edge shooting straight out.
"Interesting."
Leng Jue was slightly taken aback. His two Di Ming Flying Knives had already been unleashed. In theory, Mo Tianya should have been overwhelmed and completely passive, but that wasn't the case. His opponent had executed numerous moves in the time before his two Di Ming Flying Knives could encircle him, preventing Leng Jue from seizing the initiative.
He really is the Cold-Blooded Gun God, after all, Leng Jue thought, slightly surprised. He had always considered Mo Tianya the most mediocre of the Four Outstanding Talents. However, it now seemed this man was far from mediocre.
