The Spear
Editor: Transn
"Are these all your tricks?"
"Do you think you can kill me just like that?"
"I haven't shown my trump card yet. Don't tell me you're done."
The shrill yell echoed around the lake. Xia Hou walked toward the southern bank of Yanming Lake. He walked slowly due to his leg injury, and his voice shook as he spoke. However, his steps were stable and his manner imposing.
Ning Que who stood on the edge of the cliff looked at Xia Hou who was walking towards him slowly. Ning Que's face was devoid of any expression, while his emotions were all over the place. He felt the chill brought by the wind and snow.