Zhou Qianfu understood the tactic of striking while the enemy is weakened, and Luo Yi was no stranger to it either.
"You were just talking about taking my life, weren't you?" Luo Yi taunted, a smirk playing on his lips as he faced Zhou Qianfu. "Now, who's looking down on whom?"
Relishing the moment, Luo Yi twirled his spear, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. This battle had finally given him the chance to vent his pent-up frustrations.
"Hah! Look at you now," he thought, feeling vindicated. Zhou Qianfu, once so arrogant, was now reduced to a desperate man on the run.
Luo Yi wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away. With Zhou Qianfu severely weakened, he raised his spear and charged again.
Zhou Qianfu's face paled, his fear palpable. The sharpness of Luo Yi's weapon was something he'd experienced firsthand—twice now, his body had been pierced. The thought of that spear made his muscles tense in dread.
"Damn it! He actually targeted my butt!" Zhou Qianfu thought, his mind racing. He knew he couldn't endure another blow, especially not from that cursed spear. His injuries were too severe, and the pain was unbearable. Even his once-powerful pseudo-imperial weapon had been shattered. How could he hope to stand against Luo Yi now?
Desperation set in as Zhou Qianfu frantically pulled out a magical artifact, hoping to create a barrier. But it was a futile effort. The artifact shattered under Luo Yi's relentless assault, its protection gone in an instant.
Zhou Qianfu felt a surge of panic. He had only one option left: escape. But to do that, he needed a quick boost. Without hesitation, he retrieved a red pill from his ring—the Ninth-Grade Dali Zengsheng Pill. Despite its unassuming name, the pill was incredibly potent, offering a surge of power with minimal side effects, a rarity among such elixirs.
As Zhou Qianfu swallowed the pill, the surrounding spiritual energy was drawn toward him, pouring into his body like a raging river. The sudden influx of power was dangerous, pushing his body to its limits, but he had no choice.
With his body now brimming with power, Zhou Qianfu felt invincible, as though he could rival even the Great Emperor himself. His eyes glowed with a golden light, and he unleashed a powerful attack, the Heaven-shaking Palm, its force magnified by the pill's effects.
But Luo Yi was unfazed. With a battle cry, he charged forward, his spear cutting through the air like a comet. To Zhou Qianfu's horror, Luo Yi's attack not only shattered the Heaven-shaking Palm but also pierced his hand, sending waves of agony through his body.
Desperation clawed at Zhou Qianfu. Even after taking the elixir, he was no match for Luo Yi. The realization hit him hard: he was outmatched, and his only hope was to flee.
With a grimace, Zhou Qianfu made a hasty retreat, trying to save face with a parting shot. "You may have won today, but if you dare come to Chang'an, I'll show you what a real warrior is!"
But his bravado was hollow, and Luo Yi could hear the fear in his voice. Luo Yi smirked, watching his foe retreat. "Run all you want," he called after him. "I'll find you in Chang'an, and I won't show you any mercy!"
Luo Yi knew he was too injured to give chase, but the thrill of victory filled him with pride. The Emperor-killing Spear had once again proven its worth.
...
High above Shuofang City, the void twisted and opened, and Luo Yi emerged, laughing in triumph. His victory had been hard-won, and he relished every moment of it.
Orion and the others, who had been anxiously waiting, breathed a collective sigh of relief when they saw him. "Luo Yi, where's Zhou Qianfu?" someone asked.
Luo Yi grinned. "He ran off with his tail between his legs. If he hadn't fled so quickly, I would've finished him off!"
As Luo Yi recounted the battle, his comrades couldn't help but gaze enviously at the Emperor-killing Spear in his hand. Especially Yuan Zuozong, who could barely contain his longing. The spear had proven to be a treasure beyond measure, its power unmatched.
Even Orion was stunned. No wonder this weapon came from an emperor-level lottery—it was truly a force to be reckoned with.
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