The long spear in Ling Xin's hand suddenly trembled violently as Ling Xin let out an explosive cry.
A crisp sound was transmitted. Soon after, the long spear in Ling Xin's hand was broken.
A miserable roar sounded. At this moment, Ling Xin was struck to the ground in humiliation and fresh blood spurted out.
A pained expression flashed across Ling Xin's eyes. His heart was filled with an intense shock, too.
When he saw the broken long spear in his hand, his eyes revealed an intense fear.
Ling Xin slowly stood up. His body continuously retreated as his eyes stared intently at Jian Chen who was in front of him.
"I lost. I didn't expect you to be able to do this!"
Ling Xin adjusted his breathing, looked at the broken numinous treasure in his hand, and sighed softly.
Jian Chen put away his long sword, nodded, and said.
"Leave quickly, and I'll spare your life."