Originally, Lu Zhuxiao thought that Meng Chuan still had some chance of winning.
Now...
It's difficult.
In an instant, Meng Chuan's perception was completely different from Lu Zhuxiao's.
He had an idea of how to dodge this strike.
As the wheel turned, the world in Meng Chuan's eyes changed.
Especially in his left eye, everything seemed to be connected by threads, entangled by destiny, while lightning filled the surroundings, clearing the obstructive mist.
Meanwhile, Dong Yue was surprised to find his dual-element Intention magnetic field suddenly scattered.
The black spearhead was exposed, Meng Chuan's keen vision akin to Divine Communication, golden thunder exploding on the Fist Blade.
As countless electric rings scattered, the blade tip touched the spear tip, twisting half a circle clockwise.
Meng Chuan sidestepped, his waist brushing the shaft of the spear until it reached Dong Yue's face.
