"You've got guts. Let's see just how strong you really are!"
Lu Fang saw that his men were no match for Lin Chang'sheng, so he decided to step in himself and crush him.
As soon as he finished speaking, a long spear appeared in Lu Fang's hand. The spear pierced through the air with a shrill whistle, heading straight for Lin Chang'sheng.
Lin Chang'sheng didn't take a single step back. He raised his blade and swung.
Boom—boom—boom—
The blade aura and spear aura collided in an instant, erupting with a deafening roar.
The powerful shockwave sent Wine Sword Immortal and all the other disciples flying.
At the same time, the crash snapped them out of the trance induced by the Bewitching Fragrance.
Under that thunderous noise, Lu Fang was blasted back by Lin Chang'sheng's blade, blood spraying from his mouth.
Clearly, his organs had suffered a heavy blow.
Lu Fang never saw it coming—was Lin Chang'sheng really this strong?
