A spear trailing a crimson light plunged from the sky, and the pungent smell of blood made Kongzhi falter slightly.
Yet it was precisely this moment of hesitation that allowed the Rakshasa clan youth to seize the initiative, driving Kongzhi into a desperate corner where he fumbled clumsily, completely flustered!
"Sigh." Daoming let out a soft sigh. Although Kongzhi was a monk, he had wandered the Jianghu for many years and certainly lacked no combat experience.
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