Lin Xuan took a deep breath. A fierce battle could not be avoided today.
The spear formed by the Great Vajra Technique was held in his hand. The tip of the spear flickered with a dazzling golden light.
Before the one-eyed prodigy could react, Lin Xuan turned into a black shadow and swept past him. The spear pierced through his chest like a hot knife cutting through butter. Blood slowly flowed as he lay on the ground.
Even if he was injured, with his own strength, wanting to kill him through these small fries was simply wishful thinking.
"Great Vajra Technique!"
With a low shout, Lin Xuan rushed out with the spear in his hand again. In the blink of an eye, four heads appeared on the spear, and blood dripped down.
It made everyone present enter a petrified state.
The Third Prince and the others could no longer maintain their calm.