He held the spear with both hands and thrust it toward Lin Zheyu's forehead; the speed was incredibly fast, with a swoosh, it reached right in front of Lin Zheyu.
The terrifying killing intent flowed along the spear, pouring towards him.
This killing aura, condensed with the murderous intent of ten veteran soldiers and Qiao Spring himself, was immensely powerful, giving a strong sense of oppression.
Ding!
The blade blocked the spear, making a crisp ding sound.
A domineering fist force surged out from Lin Zheyu's body, resisting the killing aura.
In the clash between killing intent and fist force, Lin Zheyu unexpectedly gained the upper hand, making him appreciate the fist force even more.
His wrist holding the knife twisted, and the edge of the blade followed the spear towards Qiao Spring's hand.
Buzz!
Qiao Spring gripped the spear, his strength exploded, causing the spear to tremble and shake off the blade edge sticking to it.
But how could Lin Zheyu let him have his way?
