"Since you're so eager to die, allow me to grant your wish!" one of the True Immortals snarled before suddenly lunging at Yuan.
"Supreme Spear Arts, Grand Thrust!"
The cultivator drew his arm back before hurling the spear in his grasp toward Yuan. His aim, however, deliberately avoided any vital organs, as though he wished not to end Yuan's life too quickly, but to let him suffer a slow, agonizing death.
Yet the instant the spear touched Yuan's body, it stopped cold against his skin, unable to pierce even a fraction deeper. To the wielder, it was as if he had struck an unyielding wall of steel.
"W-What…?"
The man's eyes widened in disbelief, refusing to accept what he was seeing. He subconsciously began channeling more Immortal Qi into his strike, pushing with all his strength. Yet, the spear remained frozen in place, unable to advance an inch.
Yuan calmly looked at the spearman and said, "How are you going to kill me if you cannot even harm me?"
"AHHHH!"
