The starry sky was silent.
Whether they were Bone Demon Army soldiers or Battle Sword Peak disciples, everyone was stunned, their eyes wide and mouths agape.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on Yang Zaixing. That astounding spear strike, which seemed to transcend time and space, echoed in their minds, leaving them speechless for a long while.
What kind of spear strike was that? It made the heavens and earth submit. It made all swords pay tribute. It even shattered a third-grade immortal weapon.
"So... so terrifying!" The Sect Master of Zixuan trembled, fear filling his eyes. He sneakily tried to retreat and escape this starry sky, but as soon as he began to move, he was discovered.
"Senior, he is a traitor to the human race! Please capture him!" one of the Battle Sword Peak disciples, his face stained with blood, shouted loudly, pointing at the fleeing Sect Master of Zixuan.
