The white cloth on the Red-Tasseled Spear was removed by Gu Jiao, who tossed it into the wind with a flourish.
The spearhead glinted coldly in the blazing sun, and the red tassel, like the enemy's heart blood, was eye-catchingly crimson.
Nangong Ze slashed his sword directly at Gu Jiao's Red-Tasseled Spear, producing a crisp clashing sound. His sword, made of Black Iron, was incredibly sharp and capable of cutting through anything.
Even if it were a whole block of raw iron, he could split it effortlessly.
But what surprised Nangong Ze was that the hideous-looking Red-Tasseled Spear was completely unscathed.
Did it withstand his sword?
No, it should be said that this kid withstood his killing move?
He employed tremendous agility and inner strength to execute this strike. He had seen Gu Jiao pull out the spear to block, but he didn't care, because he was absolutely confident that he could chop Gu Jiao's Red-Tasseled Spear in half and leave a deep cut on her body.
