"Doesn't that mean Sister Mu Yun is sure to win?" Xiao Manxuan exclaimed happily.
"Let's wait and see, at least she won't lose," Lin Tian replied with a faint smile, turning his head to look at the two figures facing off in the arena.
In the training ground, He Shan raised his spear once more, with black aura swirling around him and condensing onto the spear. In an instant, the dark red spear was entwined with black energy, resembling a weapon of a demon god.
He tugged the reins, and the warhorse charged forward immediately, displaying perfect coordination. Confronted with the aggressive charge, Mu Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, and her warhorse also surged forth, heading toward He Shan.
The two warhorses rapidly drew closer. Suddenly, He Shan shook his spear, thrusting it out swiftly. Numerous spear shadows advanced like a forest, blocking all of Mu Yun's routes to dodge or advance.
