Mu Qingge instinctively clasped her hands and grasped the spear, a piercing chill rapidly coursing into her body. But in an instant, the feeling vanished, and her connection with the Linglong Divine Spear suddenly tightened.
It seemed as if the Linglong Divine Spear was an extension of her arm, effortlessly maneuverable.
Mu Qingge raised the Linglong Spear and casually swung it in mid-air, the sharp tip emitting a cold gleam that formed a blue-purple circle.
"What a great spear!" The Linglong Spear landed, standing beside Mu Qingge. She looked up at the spear tip and praised.
But then she lamented, "What a pity that I don't know any spear techniques."
As soon as she finished speaking, a flash of light shot from the spearhead of the Linglong Spear, coming directly towards Mu Qingge's brow. Before she could react, it pierced in.
Suddenly, Mu Qingge was like struck by lightning, standing still and rigid, as if she was meditating.
