285 [Mystic Duplication Technique]

"No!"

Xiao Chushan clenched at the spear's haft as firmly as he could and did all he could to resist Zhong Yue's strength.

Zhong Yue's arms then continued to hold onto the spear one after another, until all eight of his arms were on the spear. With a sudden burst of force, Xiao Chushan was pushed back relentlessly, Bang Bang Bang—— stones cracked beneath his feet with every step he backward he was forced to take. Soon, he stopped as his back hit against the wall of the mountain.

Despair filled with his eyes, while Zhong Yue lunged all eight arms and sent the spear into Xiao Chushan's last surviving head, Chi—

"Zhong Yue … you will not end well…."

Glaring at Zhong Yue, Xiao Chushan gravely said while spurted blood out of his mouth like arrows. "The priests in our Xiao Mang Celestial Race will find out your hidden secrets, and you will die a miserable death!"