The four-foot Short Spear shot through the air like a thunderbolt. Tong Jiuxin had no time to react before the Short Spear appeared by his side.
In the blink of an eye.
The Short Spear had already buried itself into his chest.
With a squelch, a string of blood splattered amidst the crimson twilight.
Tong Jiuxin only managed a muffled grunt before his body slammed into the sparkling river like a stone.
Splash!
Water splashed everywhere, plunging the entire dock into silence.
Yang Zhenshan landed on the horse, holding the spear in one hand and stroking his long beard with the other, continuing to watch the dock with a faint smile.
A hushed silence fell among the Jianghu Martial Artists watching the excitement, which eventually erupted into noisy discussions after a long while.
"This~~"
"Is Tong Jiuxin defeated just like that?"
"Tong Jiuxin is a Postnatal Ninth Layer expert; he was defeated too quickly!"
Everyone was exceedingly surprised.
