It instantly enveloped Li Chan'er's spear!
Immediately, the spear's light transformed into a ray of golden energy.
It seemed to pierce through the past and present.
Heading straight for Li Chan'er, it thrust forward!
Incredibly fast!
Extremely swift!
"Oh no!"
Li Chan'er cried out, barely reacting.
That ray of spear light,
Landed directly before her.
In front of her, a massive sinkhole exploded in the ground.
Wisps of golden qi flew out from the crater.
If not for the large mountain-guarding formation, which had absorbed most of its power,
This single strike would have been enough to tear Cangxuan Peak apart!
Li Chan'er...
With the long spear still in her hand, she froze in place.
Sweat dripped from her forehead.
She understood everything!
If Lin Ang had truly intended to kill,
She would have been utterly obliterated by that radiant spear light!
She had lost!
Completely defeated!
She looked again.
What lay before her was merely a branch...
The world fell silent.
"Excuse me."
At this moment, Lin Ang, not far away,
Smiled faintly.
Then he said, "I'm not very skilled with a spear."
After speaking, Lin Ang softly whispered: "Sword, come!"
As his words fell,
From a distance, atop a rock, a blue longsword, shining with dazzling light, flew towards him!
As if hearing Lin Ang's command, it transformed into a ray of blue sword light.
It entered Lin Ang's storage ring.
Lin Ang simply turned his back and walked away.
"What?!"
Li Chan'er, standing rooted to the spot, was utterly dumbfounded!
She suddenly realized.
The sword Lin Ang had just retrieved.
Had also reached the third rank of Spirit Weapon!
"He... he...?"
Li Chan'er stammered, almost trembling: "Didn't he practice spear arts?"
Not far away,
Liu Qingxue, the maid of Cangxuan Peak, nodded slightly and immediately explained: "Chief Lin Ang was able to join the inner sect and be named the first chief because he proved the Dao with a sword, reaching the heavens with his swordsmanship."
"Chief Lin Ang practices swordsmanship..."
Even so, in Liu Qingxue's heart,
Emotions surged.
Watching Lin Ang's retreating figure, she was somewhat mesmerized.
Mingyue Peak.
Inside the gazebo.
Qiu Han held a teacup.
The tea in the cup was still warm.
Her beautiful face froze for a moment.
Immediately, a self-deprecating look emerged.
She sighed softly: "I underestimated him again..."
(Fifth update! Two-in-one chapters, a total of 6000 words updated today. If flowers exceed 5000 tomorrow, and evaluation votes exceed 1000, we will continue with five updates and 6000 words!)