"Good!" Qin Ming nodded, his eyes blazing, admiring the spear.
He recalled how, at the Black and White Mountain, he first showed his prowess with Sword, Spear, and Arrow, but always regretted not acquiring a fine spear; now he finally saw an extraordinary Divine Object.
In an instant, their sword and spear clashed dozens to hundreds of times, each embedded with skill, unleashing endless Tao Patterns, causing the entire Void to be radiant.
White Qilin was shaken, as he was nearing the late Fifth Realm, which, if quantified, would place him in the Grandmaster Domain with confidence absolute.
Yet today, he faced such a mysterious and formidable foe.
His three-colored Divine Eyes had unique abilities, revealing the opponent's true age to be slightly younger than his, yet able to match him in power.
To him, this was akin to a mental tempest.
