Lin Mu was furious, feeling utterly insulted.
"Kill!"
Lin Mu erupted in rage, the hand he clasped around the long spear revealing a curse mark—his curse body.
"So fast." Lan Ruo exclaimed.
It was unbelievably fast, Lin Mu's figure was almost invisible, and the long spear in his hand continuously pierced, launching a dense flurry of attacks toward Chu Hao.
Chu Hao seemed to be retreating, but he blocked and dodged almost every spear thrust.
"It's fast, but too weak in power."
Chu Hao grasped the Endless Sword tightly, unleashing its universal force, slashing swiftly and fiercely, causing Lin Mu's hands to ache, and the long spear flew out of his grip.
In the next moment, Chu Hao rushed forward, grabbed him by the neck, and pinned him to the ground effortlessly, like an adult handling a primary school student.
Casuallly, Chu Hao lifted his sword, ready to plunge it down.
"Watch out." Lan Ruo shouted in alarm.
"You're dead, Silver Dragon Spear." Lin Mu yelled.
