After that terrifying exchange, Tong Yulong had the upper hand. Lin Xuan was completely at a disadvantage and had nearly been pierced through the heart. The attack showed no mercy. The power of that spear thrust was immense; luckily, it wasn't condensed with too much Elemental Power, or half his body would have been blown to bits.
The tables had turned so quickly, from Tong Yulong's initial defeat to his current counterattack, that many in the audience were still trying to process what had happened. While it wasn't a complete steamroll, it looked like Tong Yulong's victory was only a matter of time—and it seemed he hadn't even gone all out yet.
"How does it feel? Your Martial Intent is useless against me. I know this little trick, too!" A layer of Martial Intent coated Tong Yulong's Golden Python Scale Snake Spear. In fact, his entire body was enveloped in it, and its concentration was in no way inferior to Lin Xuan's Fifth Layer Soul Fusion.
