"Arrogant!"
Seeing the army had already marched a mile away, even if he turned back now, it posed no threat to him, Hou Hu finally couldn't hold back.
Before the roar had completely dissipated, his silver Coiled Dragon Pattern Long Stick pierced through dozens of meters, aiming straight at Xia Hong's face.
Unlike knives, spears, swords, or halberds, the long stick has no edge. Such a straightforward attack should have extremely limited lethality, yet the reality was completely the opposite.
With Hou Hu's immense strength added, the long stick stirred the airflow along its path, first forming a silver air column, with intense pressure driving the surrounding cold air to crazily rush towards the column in a short time.
The rapid gathering of cold air unexpectedly formed a fan-shaped cold air shock wave centered around the stick tip, with a radius of more than ten meters.
Ssst...
Who says a long stick has no edge?
