"Come at me together, don't let this princess be disappointed." Wajit's battle intent surged, as if a Valkyrie had descended to the mortal realm.
The five of Da Xia exchanged glances. Lu Chenzhou spoke: "I'll take on the Silver Bear; that woman, I'll leave to you all."
Wu Jinlong's expression changed: "You alone?"
"Don't worry." Lu Chenzhou lunged forward, battle intent blazing in his eyes. His white robes snapped in the wind.
The Silver Bear let out a bear's roar; the massive, unwieldy Great Spear moved like thunder and lightning, stabbing at Lu Chenzhou's chest.
Every extra inch of length means greater strength.
Lu Chenzhou naturally dared not face it head-on.
The Great Xia Martial Arts Dao prevails in comprehensiveness and technique.
His figure was ethereal, like a forest specter or a ghost in the mountains.
After a strange footwork maneuver, the Great Spear stabbed empty air, a thick force shooting into the void and exploding in the distance.
