บท 168: An art that belonged to his rival

"Ahhhh! That freaking hurts."

The lightning bolts fried his scales and even charged his bones. It was so strong that his inner body parts weren't fine. But, it didn't mean he become useless after bearing a single attack.

It didn't take him long to stand up. Hou Ming was panting. He had to put in a lot of effort just for standing up.

When Fu Chen saw his crippling situation, he immediately made up his mind.

'I need to strike when the iron is hot.'

Fu Chen immediately dashed toward Hou Ming. He didn't use instant shift because he realized that Hou Ming was getting used to it. He was able to close his distance because of Hou Ming's weakened state.

But, when he thought he could finally get a chance to strike, Hou Ming suddenly pulled out a spear. He didn't use his hand but relied on his true essence to control his spear.

[Heaven Breaking Spear]

[War God's Strike]