Ye Ling gave a low shout, and his body suddenly lunged forward like a cannonball, smashing directly into the pitch-black long spear. His immense power erupted suddenly.
Thump!
A muffled sound rang out, and Ye Ling was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground and causing the floor to collapse beneath him.
Ye Ling spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face instantly turning as pale as paper, but the next moment, his heart of life began to beat rapidly, healing his injuries.
"Damn it!"
Ye Ling cursed under his breath. He hadn't expected this guy's attack to be so eerily effective. The blow just now had nearly cost him his life, and if he hadn't dodged in time, he would likely be a corpse by now.
Ye Ling slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared at Qian Hong with icy eyes.
"Unexpectedly, you, a mere mid-stage Saint, were able to withstand a move from a peak Saint like me. You really are quite impressive, kid."