"Even if your control over power is divine, the disparity in our strength is not something you can easily bridge!"
Sharp Fang looked up at Ye Qinglu standing under the bright moon, instinctively defiant, raised the B6 Level long spear, his fighting spirit rising intensely.
For a captain of the Defense Corps, ranking in the top twenty experts, to turn and run from a woman who is merely a Middle Tier martial artist, his pride would not allow him to do so.
As he spoke, Sharp Fang leaped towards Ye Qinglu, using Flying Flower once again.
This time, under pressure, Sharp Fang seemed to have broken through his limits. The original twenty-one spear shadows unexpectedly birthed a twenty-second, all stabbing towards Ye Qinglu.
Faced with this spear, Ye Qinglu's expression remained calm, arcs of electricity surrounding his hand as he casually touched six arrows. These six arrows flashed and disappeared, all striking at the other six arrows.
