Jing Yuanchu was shocked, but it was too late for him to avoid it. However, a guard near him did all he could to fend off the spear. As a result, the sharp spearhead grazed Jing Yuanchu's shoulder. Blood from the wound tinted his clothes at once.

Leng Changxi in all black stood on the top of the wall. Raindrops made him wet, so his chest and abdominal muscles appeared against his cotton short top, showing his vigor. Large raindrops fell on his shining black-iron spearhead and ...