"Good opportunity." Feather Emperor's eyes brightened, switching the blood-colored spear in his hand to a throwing position, hurling it directly,
A spear now surged like countless blood-red fierce suns, followed by a roaring blood river tearing through.
At this moment.
A dragon and tiger-like roar emitted from Jiang Hui's spine, seemingly breaking free from some restraints.
The spear dangerously grazed past the edge of his robe.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The void was punctured repeatedly, stars fell like leaves.
Although intending to hold back a bit more in the attack, he was no masochist, there was no reason he had to take this spear.
It was already giving enough face to the Three Dark Emperors for it to merely brush past his clothes.
However, even so, it allowed the Three Dark Emperors a glimmer of hope—the strength of The Master of Liu Village was unexpectedly strong, but not unbeatable.
