Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Chen Qing's expression remained unchanged.

His right hand extended, the Molten Abyss Spear already gripped within his palm.

The spear's shaft was entirely dark throughout, the flame markings flowing across its surface all blazing to life in this instant, dark golden flame and pale golden Supreme Void True Origin interweaving and fusing at the spear's edge, condensing into a spear radiance in blinding gold-crimson too brilliant to look directly at.

He thrust the spear forward.

That thrust's stance carried extreme ferocity, the spear tip tearing through the void, a pitch-black rift dozens of zhang long torn open in its wake.

Flame and pale Dao Principles interwove and churned at the rift's edges, like a roaring fire dragon, crashing head-on against that purple palm seal without the slightest hesitation.

Boom!

The spear tip and the palm seal collided violently in midair.

A cluster of blinding radiance exploded at the point of impact, purple-gold True Origin and dark golden flame sweeping outward in every direction.