Countless raindrops turned into thin strings and circled around the tip of the spear.
Suddenly a fist appeared in the air and crushed into the tip.
When that fist appeared, all of the attention on the iron spear was taken away.
The rain strings swirling around the spear head scattered and disappeared.
That fist broke the boundary of rain and crashed into the head of the spear.
The iron spear of Tian Hai Sheng Xue was obviously no normal weapon. Especially the spear tip which was crafted by the master ironsmith of Zhou Dynasty. It was made of meteorite iron. Who knew how many demon warriors were pierced and killed on the northern plains by this spear. But the tip of the spear was bent from its contact with the fist.
A formidable strength transferred from the spear back to its owner
Tian Hai Sheng Xue’s hands started bleeding and he couldn’t hold onto the handle of the spear anymore. The iron spear shook violently and shot out backwards like an arrow.
If the weapon landed on his chest, even if he didn’t die, he would’ve been injured badly.
Just this moment, another hand appeared in the air.
It was a thin and dry hand.
That hand landed on the shoulder of Tian Hai Sheng Xue.