As Qin Qing spoke, a cold glint flashed in her beautiful eyes. With a wave of her jade-like hand, the silver-white spear in her grasp shot through the air with a "whoosh," piercing towards a mass of ghostly mist with lightning speed.

A "ding" sound echoed as sparks flew from the ghostly mist, and another streak of light flashed by. The spear returned to Qin Qing's hand.

This display made Alaric Ye's pupils contract slightly.

"What a fast strike! Yet, even so, the opponent managed to block it! And this woman's perception is terrifying; I didn't even notice someone hidden in the ghostly mist!"