Weighing the short spear in his hand, Lu Yu looked at Wu Ping and raised his arm.
"Here, it's yours!"
Bang! The moment he threw, a cloud of white mist exploded in front of Lu Yu.
Using his physical strength, the short spear was thrown beyond the speed of sound.
At the critical moment, Huang Laosan burst out with Spiritual Power, pushing the pale-faced Wu Ping aside. The Spirit-Breaking Flying Spear grazed his arm, scraping off a large chunk of flesh.
When Wu Ping wanted to scream, he felt something sticky and wet on his back. Struggling to turn his head, he saw that the Martial Cultivator at the Qi Cultivation level standing behind him had been shattered by the Spirit-Breaking Flying Spear, with flesh and blood splattering everywhere.
He felt sticky and wet because that person's blood had splashed onto his back.
