"Rapist!"
"Come and die!"
Yan Chuan let out a bursting shout in his heart. As Fan Defang flew by, he fiercely wielded his spear, executing the Soaring Snake Stab. The spear moved like a snake, with the spear tip targeting many of Fan Defang's vital points such as the Dantian, heart, throat, and forehead.
Sudden.
Mysterious.
Danger lurked everywhere!
"Hah!"
Fan Defang was startled, but his reaction was swift. He used a Coiling Hand to deflect the spear, simultaneously twisting his body to completely avoid the strike.
His body moved like the wind, his waist like a snake, twisting his waist and following his shoulder.
What a grandmaster of the Swallow Sect, with such beautiful movements.
"Advance!"
Yan Chuan praised silently in his heart, but the Floral Spear in his hand did not pause, continuously coiling the spear and executing Left and Right Circle Stabbing, each move aimed at Fan Defang's vital parts.
One stab to the left.
Another stab.
