Pan Yue dared not be careless. He held his jet-black iron spear horizontally in front of him, attempting to block Sun Sheng's domineering punch. At the same time, he channeled his surging internal energy into the jet-black iron spear. "Clang!" Sun Sheng's fist slammed in. The terrifying power of his fist bent the jet-black iron spear into a bow shape, then with a "crack," the extraordinary jet-black iron spear snapped in two, unable to withstand the terrifying force. Simultaneously, a powerful energy spread upwards, spiraling like a vortex, coiling around Pan Yue's arms. "Bang!" "Stumble, stumble, stumble!" Pan Yue staggered backward, clutching two broken iron spears in his hands. His sleeves were torn and bleeding. "This..." The intense pain brought Pan Yue back to his senses. His
