The gaze of Mo Feng immediately turned icy cold, sneering, "To fight with you, do I need to spar? Just for your previous disrespect towards the Tiger Demon, you must die!"
Tang Zhong nodded. He knew what to do—this was precisely the kind of death match he needed!
"Bring out your weapon. If you get killed too easily, it would be boring!" Mo Feng said disdainfully.
"No need, this will suffice!" Tang Zhong shook his fist, already clenched into a solid mass.
"Since you're seeking death, I'll oblige!" Mo Feng sneered, thrusting his spear forward!
On the spear's tip, an intense wave surged out.
"Die!" Mo Feng said coldly.
The wave from the spear's tip began to grow larger.
Everyone around widened their eyes, for Mo Feng had not been in the Demon Palace for a long time, always training outside. Seeing his combats was indeed a rare opportunity.
"Pay close attention, His Highness Mo Feng's spear skills are exquisite enough to pierce a fly!"
