In the rain-soaked streets, three figures stood facing each other.
The scene was eerily quiet, save for the heavy raindrops pounding against rooftops and the stone-paved ground.
Yun Yantian fixed his gaze on the middle-aged man in luxurious robes blocking their path, while Yun Wenxuan stood beside him, his hand flipping to summon a meticulously crafted spear, a weapon of the fifth grade in the Yellow Tier.
"I've come for no other reason than to kill you," the robed man said with a faint smile, his hands clasped behind his back. His tone was calm, almost casual, but the menace in his words was unmistakable.
Clang!
A sharp resonance cut through the rain.
Without hesitation, Yun Wenxuan activated his Qi, and his spear roared to life like an enraged dragon, tearing through the rain with a devastating momentum. The spear carried the force of a raging storm as it lunged toward the robed man.
Ding!
