Chen Yang's long spear had nothing particular about it; even the spearhead was merely forged from ordinary steel. If there was anything special about it, it was undoubtedly the spear's name: Dragon Decimating Lance.
From the moment Chen Yang brought this common weapon into Hanyun Valley and into every battle, it was destined not to remain unknown. It had no rank and no soul, yet in Chen Yang's hands, it had drunk its fill of fresh blood and awakened an endless killing intent, becoming like a peerless, baleful weapon.
The spear shot out like a dragon with its fangs bared, and the palm print Chen Lirong slammed down instantly decayed and shattered.
BOOM!
The radiance shattered and the void collapsed.
The long spear was hurled, tearing through everything as it soared upward and smashed the palm print. A slanted ray of the setting sun poured down through the breach.
SPURT.
