Marquis Zhongwu reached out, and the heavy spear fell into his hand.
With the weapon in hand, his heroic spirit welled up, as if he had returned to the days of leading troops and galloping across the battlefield.
Li Yi said, "Although your strength is decent, thinking you can take down this humble Daoist is nothing but wishful thinking. After our earlier skirmish, I already have a rough idea of your strength, so I have no interest in playing with you any longer. While the hour is still early, I might as well send you all on your way at once, saving my time from dealing with you one by one."
"I am not like that Taiyue Mountain God fool. Before the National Stabilization Spear, you won't even have a chance to beg for mercy."
