Son of the Dragon

Yunxiao's pupils constricted as he spread his swords like wings and poured a surging power into them. Snowflakes began to fall from the air, and soon, a vast white expanse appeared.

"What's going on? He's going to take this spear head on?"

Everyone was shocked. The spear light of the divine spear had already reached his chest, but Yunxiao still turned a blind eye to it and was still brewing the sword Qi between his two swords.

Xiang Zi's pupils also contracted, and a feeling of being looked down on welled up in his heart. He said coldly, " "You're looking for death!"

"Swish!"

The spear light instantly pierced through Yunxiao's chest as if there was no resistance, then came out of his back and pierced through the air.

Xiang Zi's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly exclaimed, " "Not good!"