The duel was growing faster and more furious. Many others who still weren't able to react could only choose to dodge aside. They all now knew that Xuanyuan Yufeng found Tianming a huge pain in the neck. Based on the cold expression he shot at Tianming, he was definitely planning to kill him.

All of a sudden, a spear appeared in Xuanyuan Yufeng's hands and he made his charge toward Tianming. With a loud clang, the Grand-Orient Sword clashed with the spear, Dragonking. From the outset, it looked like Tianming was having a rough time, being forced back tens of meters while the ground he stood on crumbled.

"A tribulation artifact with two tribulation patterns?" Tianming noted as he gave the white spear a glance. The spear's body was covered in dense white dragon scales, its tip peerlessly sharp. There was a slight curve to it, making it look a little like a dragon's fang and allowing it to be used for thrusting and slashing attacks alike. It seemed really fearsome, given its terrifying piercing potential, as was apparent from the first clash that caused quite a few bloody spots to manifest on Tianming's arm.

"I finally see you, little flea," Xuanyuan Yufeng said, squinting hard at him. As he spoke, black dragon scales surfaced from the spot between his eyes and spread out over his body within three short breaths of time. It also adorned him with some draconic bone spikes, not to mention the dragon tail that sprouted from his back. It was as if everything on his body was turning into a dragon—including his head, which now had...