In the blink of an eye, Fang Yuan was tightly surrounded by countless blade path phantoms. Not only that, the entire sky was filled with hundreds of millions of blade lights, covering all directions and sealing off inside from outside.
"Whoever you are, this defensive killer move of yours is truly formidable!" Meng Tu was wrapped and guarded by layers upon layers of blade path phantoms. He looked at Fang Yuan with a gloomy gaze and smiled as he rubbed his hands, easing the numbness left by his previous strike.
"But!" Meng Tu slightly raised his head and gazed up at the towering Yan Emperor, yet pity showed in his eyes. "Of all places, you should not have come to Autumn Blade Plain to trouble me."
"Heh heh, it would not have been impossible for you to come here and trouble me. It is just that you chose the timing horribly wrong. If I had only just arrived at this place, perhaps you might still have had a sliver of hope. But now, heh heh heh..."
Meng Tu laughed, clasped his hands behind his back, and gently shook his head.
The next moment, Fang Yuan picked up his words. "But now, this place is already covered in your traces. For several years, you have comprehended blade path here, attempting to break through your bottleneck and become a blade path Grandmaster. Because of this, you can greatly influence this place's dao marks, forming an environment almost akin to an Immortal Dao Battlefield Killer Move. That is the scene before my eyes."
"You..." Meng Tu's expression changed drastically upon hearing this. He had believed that no one knew of his trump card, yet Fang Yuan showed not the slightest astonishment. Instead, he recited it like family treasures, clearly exposing his trump card.