"The Thunder God Qilin clearly suffered from a blade wound, yet the weapon you're holding is a spear," Leng Shu finally spoke up, presenting evidence that was clear to any discerning eye.
"This isn't hard to explain, I have many weapons and am skilled in all eighteen martial arts," Wu Hen casually flicked his wrist as he spoke.
Soon a Demon Blade, flickering with brilliant stardust, appeared behind Wu Hen. He grasped it with his other hand, shouldering the legendary weapon like an Ancient God of Wilderness.
Holding the Ominous Bronze Spear in one hand and dragging the splendid Demon God Blade in the other, Wu Hen's demeanor had completely changed from the gentle, cultured image he had previously shown before his fellow disciples. To say he was a descendant of the Chiyou War God was not an exaggeration.
"Do you really have the strength?" Yin Zhiyu still couldn't believe it, questioning sharply.