The Elderly Youth

The spear looked ordinary and unremarkable, even more so than Xiao Zhang's own spear.

But a spear that could injure Black Robe could never be ordinary.

This was the number one weapon on the Tier of Legendary Weapons, Emperor Taizong's personal weapon, the Frost God Spear.

"Everything is futile. Your defeat is inevitable."

Leaving behind her cold and gloomy words, Black Robe transformed into a black fog that dispersed amongst the chaos of the battlefield.

Xiao Zhang wanted to pursue, but his body swayed and he almost fell to the ground.

It seemed like his attempt to attack Xuelao City on his kite was real, and the heavy injuries he had sustained were also real.

Though no one knew when Shang Xingzhou had brought him onto his carriage.

"A kite for ten years with this spear—do you think the exchange is worth it?"

"Of course it's worth it."

Xiao Zhang caressed the spear, an excited look on his face.