Under this immense pressure, Lu Tianxing felt the True Qi within him circulating faster and faster. Moreover, these foreign forces seemed like sharpening stones, madly honing his True Qi, causing it to transform continuously, becoming increasingly pure.
"Pierce!"
Lu Tianxing's figure flashed, his whole body shot up like a hunting eagle, reaching out to grab the Iron Blood Battle Halberd that had just been shattered by a stick, appearing in his hand again. His True Qi coalesced into his own domain, and with one thrust of the halberd, the world changed color, resembling an Iron Blood battlefield descending, with the clashing of metal and horses' cries shaking the heart. Lu Tianxing seemed like a peerless fierce general, wielding the halberd like lightning, thrusting fiercely towards Shankou Hongyi's chest.
"Not good!"
