“Haaa…” Nangong Baxiong let out a light sigh from a rooftop as he witnessed Chen Zhengqing's life hanging by a thread. Just as he was about to rescue him, a piercing sound tore through the sky from the western part of Watermoon City.0

Crackle!0

Chi, chi. Chi, chi, chi…0

An iron spear, spinning with terrifying rotational force, shot through the air as swiftly and ferociously as a thunderbolt. It was wrapped in power that could tear the sky and split the earth.0

“What?”0

Zhao Kun suddenly felt like death itself had locked onto him. Forget about killing Chen Zhengqing; he was more worried about falling into hell now. 0

He raised his head and saw an iron spear darting toward him; it had horrifying...0