Chapter 444: Showing off in front of an expert, the reason for occupying the advantage

Su Hang held the spear and stood up slowly.

"Eh?"

Seeing this, the white-clad man couldn't help but let out a light sound. His gaze was fixed tightly on Su Hang; at this moment, Su Hang was exuding a thick, murderous aura.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, Su Hang let out a roar, his voice like thunder, shaking the heavens.

The white-clad man was startled and hurriedly collected his mind. "Small tricks, yet you dare to show off in front of an expert."

With that, the white-clad man flew up again, his speed raised to the limit. A silver light flashed in his hand, and a short silver knife appeared, slashing toward Su Hang.

"Whoosh!"

Wherever the silver short blade reached, the air was shredded to pieces; the sharp blade aura caused the surrounding temperature to drop significantly.

A cold glint flashed in Su Hang’s eyes; he swung his long spear, the tip flicking diagonally to strike exactly against the silver blade aura. With a crackling sound and sparks flying everywhere, the two reached a stalemate. Finally, the silver blade aura collapsed with a boom, and Su Hang also stumbled back several steps.

A trace of a smile appeared on the white-clothed man’s face. Having just exchanged blows with Su Hang, he had already sensed that Su Hang’s internal energy was insufficient, which was the reason he was able to maintain the advantage.

However, he had not expected that Su Hang would have a way to recover his strength, nor had he expected Su Hang to produce a weapon so swiftly.

The white-clothed man pressed forward again, slashing out a sword beam that whistled as it struck toward Su Hang; where the sword beam pointed, a wisp of green smoke dissipated.

Su Hang’s heart tightened, his wrist flipped,

and he swept out, the butt of the spear colliding with the sword beam, instantly shattering it, while at the same time, he shifted his body sideways to dodge.

Although this spear strike barely blocked the sword beam, it left Su Hang’s chest burning with pain. Clearly, this body was not suited for close-quarters combat; otherwise, he would definitely have been able to trade blows with the white-clothed man.

The white-clothed man let out a cold snort, twisted his body, and kicked Su Hang in the chest. Su Hang felt a surge of heat rush through his chest cavity, and his entire body was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, landing on the ground.

"Pfft!"

Opening his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, Su Hang struggled to climb back up.

The white-clothed man snorted coldly, walked up to Su Hang, and stepped on his head, looking down at him with disdain. "A mere ant, yet you dare to spy on my secrets."

Su Hang raised his head, his eyes icy. "If you have the guts, kill me."

"Hahaha..." Hearing this, the white-clothed man suddenly burst into loud laughter, looking down at Su Hang. "Want to die? It’s not that easy. After I search your soul, I will naturally send you to meet the King of Hell."

"Don't even think about it." Su Hang scolded in a deep voice. "Even if I die, I won't let you succeed."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Hearing Su Hang’s words, the white-clothed man immediately became excited. "I didn't expect you to be so loyal. It’s a pity; for someone like you, even if you were dead, I wouldn't care for it."

"You..."

Su Hang’s eyes widened. This guy was too vicious; no matter what his own attitude was, he couldn't escape the fate of death. Su Hang felt somewhat helpless.

The white-clothed man reached out his hand and grabbed toward Su Hang’s head. Su Hang closed his eyes, wearing an expression of resignation.

Just at this moment, a gust of wind blew from behind. The white-clothed man seemed to have been prepared; his figure twisted violently to dodge the wind, and he turned to look, only to see a young man in black robes appearing not far away.

"Pavilion Master!"

The white-clothed man was startled. Clearly, he recognized the young man, and he quickly knelt on one knee to pay his respects.

"Hmm!"

The black-robed young man responded indifferently. "You did well; you didn't lose face for our Demonic Sect."

Upon hearing this, the white-clothed man nodded repeatedly in agreement, his face full of humility. Immediately, his gaze fell upon Su Hang, his eyes narrowing into slits, a cruel light flickering within them.

"I know your name is Su Hang. I heard your fortune-telling is very accurate, but do you know not to meddle in other people's business? Since that’s the case, I’ll teach you a lesson." The white-clothed man grinned hideously and raised his leg to kick Su Hang.

"Swish!"

Su Hang’s eyes snapped open, a cold light shooting from his pupils, and he thrust his spear forward without hesitation.

"Clang!"

The long spear collided with the silver short blade. Su Hang felt a massive shock in the web between his thumb and forefinger; the power of that spear thrust was actually three parts stronger than before.

Moreover, the spear tip did not stop, continuing to poke toward the white-clothed man’s chest.

"Hmph!"

The white-clothed man snorted with contempt, flicked his silver blade, and whipped out a leg, striking the tail of the spear squarely.

Su Hang felt a surging, massive force rush toward him, and his body flew backward out of control.

"Bang!"

He landed hard on his backside in the snow. A piercing pain shot from his waist, and Su Hang’s face turned deathly pale, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

The white-clothed man walked up to Su Hang. "I don't like others using spears to fight me because you simply cannot win against me. Hand over the long spear in your hand obediently to avoid suffering."

Su Hang climbed up from the ground with difficulty. "Trash!"

"How insolent!" The white-clothed man was furious. "A mere early-stage Qi Refining realm, yet you dare to insult me? You’re courting death!"

The white-clothed man’s eyes turned cold; he took a step forward and threw a punch at Su Hang, the fist aura fierce and overbearing.

But Su Hang’s internal energy suddenly became powerful. A surge of true essence poured from his dantian into the long spear, causing it to hum and a spear aura to bloom.

The white-clothed man’s expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly withdrew his move, but it was too late. The spear aura grazed his shoulder, drawing a string of blood beads and staining half his clothes red.

"Hiss~~"

The white-clothed man gasped, looking at his shoulder where the flesh was turned inside out and bloody. This strike had nearly cost him his life.

"Damn it!"

The white-clothed man roared in anger, flames of hatred flickering in his eyes. He had never expected that this ant-like thing could break his protective energy and even wound him.

"Whoosh!"

Su Hang seized the opportunity to attack, his long spear dancing and conjuring thousands of spear shadows, enveloping the white-clothed man like a downpour.

The white-clothed man hurriedly raised his blade to defend. However, when the spear swept past, it vanished like a dream or bubble, and the white-clothed man felt a chill permeate his entire body.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The successive, violent attacks left the white-clothed man flustered and scrambling to resist, completely falling into a passive state.

"Bastard, you dare to toy with me!" The white-clothed man was humiliated and angry. In this world, no one had ever been able to toy with him, but today he had met his Waterloo.

The white-clothed man gritted his teeth, forced Su Hang back with a blade strike, leaped up, and slapped his palm toward Su Hang’s head.

Su Hang sneered. He had practiced various techniques, and now his internal energy was also very strong; if he unleashed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the power would surely be even more terrifying.