Su Mu took a step down, and at that moment, the flow of qi and power in his body accelerated, changing his grip on the spear from two hands to one.
Swish!
The next instant, the long spear in his hand transformed into a crimson shooting star, fiercely shooting out.
Seven Techniques of Tyrant Spear: Golden Iron Meteor!
The meteor formed by the Red Flame Spear cut through the long night, crossing the several-zhang distance between them in an instant, with the fierce flames magnifying rapidly in the old man in black robe's pupils.
"Ignorant."
The old man in black robe snorted disdainfully at the sight. In his eyes, Su Mu would have had a few breaths to struggle if he held onto the spear, but now he actually threw out the half-step seventh-grade treasure artifact spear.
This strike is indeed formidable, but even if it breaks my palm strike, so what? I can send another palm anytime, and what will Su Mu do without his spear? It's nothing but hastening his demise!
