Tang Luo kept smiling without a break, which left Jia Zhuofan with an unsightly complexion. Just as he was about to speak and stop him, a surge of alarm rose in his heart, and he instinctively conjured a Heavenly Dao Qi Shield before him—a primal reflex honed by surviving countless battles, quick as lightning.
Even as his eyes registered shock and confusion, the shield, where black and white intermingled, had already enveloped his entire body.
Only then did the expert from Tiandaoan, now protected, clearly see the lethal arc of the staff that Tang Luo held in one hand and which had penetrated several layers of Primary Qi barriers.
The Heavenly Dao Qi Shield, capable of stopping a superior Xuan class Spirit Art, was like brittle clouds against the staff moving faster than sound. The model of Spiritual Power shattered, splintering the Spiritual Power in all directions.
