Early the next morning, at the Lotus Creek behind Huaqing Pool.
Amidst the wind and snow, two spear glows intersected, the sharp crashing sound resounding.
Two waves of momentum collided through the spear tips, beginning their clash in an instant.
For Meng Chuan, it was purely the explosive power of his physique, bringing a shocking force.
Only the rolling white waves followed the spear's direction, wantonly drifting.
Seeing this scene, Lu Zhuxiao was somewhat shocked.
The reason being, simply, this kid's capacity was a bit much!
The golden light bursting from his spearhead, more than a foot long, was the embodiment of his manipulation of martial arts momentum.
Clang—!
In the final full-on clash, Lu Zhuxiao felt a sharp pain in his tiger's mouth, his arms slightly twitching as he struggled to hold onto his spear.
