"Hahahahaha!"
Taishu Gang laughed in fury. With a grasp at the empty air, a pitch-black long spear suddenly materialized in his hand. The spear was over thirteen feet long and as thick as a goose egg. Its shaft and tip were etched with a series of profound lines.
"HUM! HUM! HUM!"
With a slight flick of his wrist, Taishu Gang's long spear seemed to come alive, vibrating with Profound Mysteries. A suffocating wave of Suppression emanated from the black spear. Feeling this Suppression, the young experts below the stage felt their hearts begin to race, and it felt as if their very blood was constricting.
"This spear is called Split Mountain! Ba Xiongfei, face my spear!"
With a low cry, Taishu Gang's Mountain-Splitting Spear hummed and shot forward like a phantom. It crossed the hundred-foot distance in an instant, carrying an unparalleled, tyrannical momentum as it thrust toward Ba Xiongfei!
