Dong!
The spear landed solidly on Xie Anshou's body. Like a flood breaking through a dam, it instantly
shattered the defensive energy shield on his body and pierced through it.
"Ah!"
At the same time, Xie Anshou let out a cry of agony, as if his body had been pierced by the spear.
His soul felt like it was being torn apart by countless demons.
He flew backward and slid along the ground for a few hundred meters, creating a ravine and
scattering rocks everywhere. He eventually slammed into the wall of the ring, creating a huge pit.
"Puff!" Xie Anshou could not help but vomit a mouthful of blood, staining the ground. His expression
was hideous, as if he had gone crazy.
He still could not believe that he had lost. He had lost this time, and to a seventh-layer Martial
Master at that.
Meanwhile, Xia Ping stood quietly on the ground, holding the Hell Spear and looking down from