Xu Wuyi looked at them, his face devoid of expression.
He slowly raised the Liaoyuan spear in his hand, its tip aimed at Shadow Stab.
"Try me."
A cold glint flashed in Shadow Stab's eyes. Without another word, his figure vanished in an instant.
The next moment, he appeared at Xu Wuyi's left, his Thrusting Sword striking toward Xu Wuyi's temple like a venomous snake.
Fast. Unbelievably fast.
This was the speed of a Wind Shadow Hunter.
But Xu Wuyi's movements were even faster.
The instant Shadow Stab's Thrusting Sword shot out, the spear in Xu Wuyi's hand was already in motion.
Not to block, not to dodge.
It was a counterattack.
The dark gold shaft carved a perfect arc through the air. The spear tip, though moving second, arrived first, stabbing directly at Shadow Stab's throat.
Simple, direct, with no fancy moves.
But Shadow Stab's expression changed in an instant.
Because this spear was faster than him.
Much faster.
