Chapter 4659

Xing Daorong sneered as a spear materialized in his hand. With a swift wave, the wind and clouds surged violently, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify. A powerful aura emanated from him, pressing down on those nearby like an unmovable mountain.

“If you think you can take Xing Daorong’s life, let’s see if you have the ability! Today, we settle this once and for all!” Xing Daorong declared coldly.

At his words, the troops from both sides withdrew, clearing an open battlefield.

Xing Daorong and Qiu Wanqing locked eyes, their gazes ablaze with fighting spirit, as though they intended to devour each other.

“Come on! Let’s end this today!” Qiu Wanqing roared, leaping forward like a tiger descending from the mountain, charging directly at Xing Daorong.

With both hands clenched into fists, he unleashed his violent true energy. His fists, resembling bolts of lightning, tore through the sky as they aimed for Xing Daorong’s chest.

Xing Daorong snorted disdainfully. Rather than retreat, he advanced. His spear lunged forward like a dragon, targeting Qiu Wanqing’s vital points with precision.

He moved with incredible agility, weaving across the battlefield as though he were a phantom. The spear in his hand seemed alive, every strike carrying the force to split mountains and crush rocks. Each thrust aimed directly at Qiu Wanqing’s throat, heart, and other critical areas.

In an instant, the two clashed. Shadows of the spear and the force of Qiu Wanqing’s fists intertwined, sending rocks flying and dust billowing into the air.

Each movement was executed with immense power and skill, as though the combatants intended to level the entire mountain. Their figures darted across the battlefield, resembling flashes of lightning—swift and almost impossible to follow.

“Boom!” A deafening explosion erupted as the two were forced to step back, the ground beneath them cracking from the impact of their clash, shaking the earth itself.

The onlookers were gripped with terror. Such raw, destructive power was a rare sight in the world. They retreated farther, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire of this devastating battle.

Qiu Wanqing roared again, his true energy surging wildly. Encased in the sound of thunder and wind, his fists carried the might of the heavens as he charged once more at Xing Daorong.

Each punch seemed to harness the force of nature itself, colliding with Xing Daorong’s spear in a series of deafening clashes that reverberated across the mountains.
Xing Daorong refused to be outmatched. He wielded his spear with precision, the tip gleaming with cold light like a silver dragon soaring through the air. Each strike was precise and lethal, leaving no room for error.

The battle between the two grew increasingly ferocious, with every move calculated to kill, every strike fraught with danger.

Their figures darted across the battlefield at incredible speeds—sometimes leaping high into the air, other times diving low to the ground—resembling a deadly dance of life and death.

Dark clouds gathered overhead, and thunder rumbled, as if even the heavens and earth were shaken by the magnitude of their clash.

Suddenly, Xing Daorong let out a powerful shout. His spear carved a brilliant arc through the air, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, aiming directly for Qiu Wanqing’s head.

Qiu Wanqing scoffed coldly, twisting his body just in time to narrowly avoid the lethal strike.

But Xing Daorong’s spear seemed almost alive, twisting midair to redirect its trajectory toward Qiu Wanqing’s waist.

Caught off guard, Qiu Wanqing managed to dodge sideways, but not entirely. The sharp edge of the spear tore through his clothes, leaving a deep, bloody gash.

Roaring in pain and anger, Qiu Wanqing shaped his hands into claws and lunged at Xing Daorong’s chest, seeking to leverage his strength in close combat.

Xing Daorong snorted dismissively and leapt backward, evading the attack with ease.

With a swift motion, he spun his spear and launched a relentless assault. The spearhead rained down like a storm of needles, each strike rapid and precise, threatening to pierce Qiu Wanqing’s body.

Qiu Wanqing, unwilling to concede, countered by weaving his hands through the air, forming a series of Qi barriers to block the onslaught.

Yet Xing Daorong’s spear, like the first light of dawn, pierced through the layers of defenses with unyielding force, driving toward Qiu Wanqing’s vital points.

The battle raged on, an unrelenting exchange of blows that seemed to alter the very fabric of the world around them.

Their movements on the battlefield were swift and dynamic—sometimes colliding with ferocious intensity, other times maneuvering past one another in a seamless, silent contest of wills.