'F*ck!'

Darryl panicked; he could see that the spear shadow was about to hit him. He had no time to think about it. He could only activate his nascent power and, at the same time, summon the Heavenly Halberd and place it in front of him!

Bang!

The spear shadow was like thunder; it smashed against the Heavenly Halberd, and Darryl let out a muffled grunt. He was jolted and thrown 100 meters away before falling heavily onto the ground.

Darryl had already used a lot of internal energy when he put up a resistance against Grunt's palm attack earlier. He could no longer do the same when Grunt fired another attack.

Darryl's opponent was a Heavenly Saint General, and he had just gotten a nascent soul—their strength was not on the same level at all.

"Boy!" Grunt stared at Darryl closely, and he spoke in a proud tone, "No matter why you pretended to be His Majesty, you are unlucky to have met me!"

Grunt held the Purple Gold Flame Spear tightly in his hand and slowly walked toward Darryl.