Snap—
The body shivered slightly.
Immediately, he flashed to widen the distance, twisting his body forcefully, spinning in midair like a top, using this method to both maintain a safe distance and mitigate the force.
After spinning five or six times, he landed steadily, his center of gravity unchanged, but his arm still burned with a fiery sensation. The thin, flexible willow stick was practically no different from a weapon, but he had no time to think.
Noticing a gust of wind coming at him, the man didn't even have time to see what was in front of him before he instinctively gripped his spear and thrust it forward.
Thud!
A dull sound resounded.
The long blade was less than three inches from Liu Xianzi's fair and handsome face before coming to a steady stop, unable to advance further.
His whole body was stiff in place, not because Gu Miyun, the top disciple of the third generation, went easy on him, but because the spear in his hand could only extend to this extent.
