482 The Spear (2/2)

This blade was slender but heavy. Its lines were smooth but were not beautiful. The blade was not bright but practical. It was a blade that was used to kill people.

Ning Que held it in one hand and rushed down the cliff.

The cliff walls were steep and he ran faster and faster, turning into a black blur.

The trailing bit behind the black blur was his sword.

For an unknown reason, Ning Que had insisted on not carving talisman lines on the blade. Instead, he kept it in its original condition. It was extremely smooth.

Perhaps he wanted to use the simplest sword method.

Because he believed that the simplest was also the most powerful.

He rushed down the cliff walls and towards the man on the lake, bringing down his sword.

He was still more than hundred feet away from Xia Hou.

But his blade had already appeared.

He charged forward and then across. He raised the blade, and then brought it down.

Ning Que had prepared for this.

He knew that Xia Hou could see that he had prepared this.

He wanted to know how Xia Hou would react.

If Xia Hou really parried, then he believed that he his opportunity had come.

Xia Hou did not prepare to parry Ning Que's shot. He did not react with his fists as usual, and he did not treat him like how he had treated assassins from the Yan Kingdom when he was in the military camp. Back then, he had let out a bellow that was as loud as thunder and had caused the two powerhouses in the Seethrough State to be shocked into idiots.

Xia Hou had been injured by Tang, and his armor had been torn through by the Devil's Doctrine blood blade. The power behind Tang's fists could still be felt on his body. He was not at his peak. Furthermore, he had also been severely injured by Ning Que's talisman storm, arrows and flowers.

Xia Hou did not choose to avoid the blade either. As a powerhouse in the Peak state of Martial Arts, he was most skillful with close combats. How would he be afraid of a simple blade?

He had said earlier that even the most powerful tricks were useless.

He finally moved.

He stood on the lake and shut his eyes. His hands, which were still bleeding, were extended before him in the frigid cold air. His Psyche Power in his sense of perception burst forth through his Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow. It swirled with the Qi of Heaven and Earth in the Yanming Lake, kneading together to form a thread across the distance and landing on the north bank.

There was a blood-colored military flag outside the estate on the northern bank of Yanming Lake.

That was Xia Hou's general flag.

The flag fluttered in the wind and suddenly stretched out as if it had heard an order. It waved madly at the door of the estate, leaning forward as if it was about to leap off the pole and towards the beast to kill it.

When Xia Hou had entered the estates, he had wedged the flag deeply into the stone ground. Several cracks had appeared on the pole. The crazy movements of the flag caused the pole to tremor and shake. The cracks on the stone ground widened and spread in all directions, looking like a spider web.

There were several creaking sounds as the ground beneath the flagpole cracked. Pebbles flew in all directions as the blood-colored military flag struggled to lift off the ground and flew towards Yanming Lake.

There was a sudden gust of strong wind before the courtyard.

The blood flag was torn into pieces by the wind and fell to the ground.

In the low-lying clouds above Yanming Lake, a terrifying buzz could be heard. A vague shadow could be seen.

It was as if a sage was walking in the clouds standing on his sword.

Ning Que did not know what had happened in his own yard. He did not know about the chilling scene, the sudden tearing of the blood-colored military flag, leaving behind the flagpole in the clouds.

He was rushing down the cliff walls. He only had eyes for Xia Hou, who stood a few hundred feet away. However, he suddenly felt an ominous feeling. A patch in his sense of perception suddenly brightened up.

He stepped heavily on a rock protruding from the cliff with his right foot, taking advantage of the force to turn his body in the air to face the clouds. The Great Spirit in his body flowed into his arms, and he spun the heavy and sturdy podao before him, causing the cliff rocks that came into contact with it to fly off.

The clouds above the lake were suddenly in chaos as a large rod-like shadow burst through the clouds, falling onto the edge of the cliff and smashing into his podao.

There was a loud boom.

Ning Que felt a powerful force transferring through the podao to him.

His body was still in the air, and he took a blow backwards before falling downwards quickly. He slammed into the snow lake beneath the cliff, stirring up waves of snow.

Ning Que stood up from the pile of snow and wiped away the blood at the corner of his lips. He looked at the dark rod-shaped object in Xia Hou's hands warily.

Xia Hou looked at him with narrowed eyes, as if he had discovered something odd.

Ning Que asked, ”What is this?”

Xia Hou said, ”A spear.”

The blood-colored flag was only left with a pole.

The flagpole was the spear.