Lu Ming grabbed the air with both hands. The Spear's gleam burst out and stabbed toward the single-horned true immortal.
Lu Ming took the lead to launch an attack.
"You're looking for death!"
The single-horned true immortal roared in anger, feeling as if he had been underestimated.
A quasi-immortal actually dared to attack a genuine immortal first. This had only happened a few times in history. This was contempt for him.
Celestial energy burst out, stirring the void. The saber radiance swept across and slashed toward Lu Ming.
The two of them fought intensely, and in an instant, they had exchanged more than ten moves.
"The weakest true immortal is nothing more than this."
Lu Ming's mind whirred. He had a general understanding of his combat strength.
This true immortal was considered a weaker true immortal. Since the start of the battle, Lu Ming had been at a slight disadvantage, but it would not be easy for the other party to defeat Lu Ming.