Even without their warnings, Fang Yuan had already felt the imposing aura locked onto him.
The spear had yet to arrive, but its aura reached him first, pressing down from the front like a great hand and sealing off every direction he could dodge.
He raised an eyebrow. There's something to this.
A fifth-rank expert's all-out strike truly was on an entirely different level from a fourth-rank fighter's.
But that was as far as it went.
In his mind, a branch of the Ghost Willow trembled.
As though something had nudged it gently, the aura locked onto Fang Yuan slid off him.
The spear's momentum remained, but the sense that it was "certain to hit," which had pinned him firmly in place, vanished without a trace.
Fang Yuan moved before the spear tip reached him.
The soldiers were still crying out in alarm, but at that moment, Shen Rang was even more shocked than they were.
Because in that fleeting instant, Fang Yuan had vanished from his lock.
Simply vanished!
The man was clearly still standing right there, yet that elusive sense told him... there was something strange about this man!
The next moment, a dazzling spark flared.
A burst of white light exploded where saber met spear. Iron filings flew, and the armored soldiers nearby instinctively jerked their heads back.
The fog was blasted away in a ring, exposing the wet flagstones beneath their feet.
"He blocked it?"
"A fourth-rank fighter blocked a fifth-rank expert's spear strike?"
Fang Yuan waved the long saber in his hand.
As expected, Six Harmonies Defense blocks every enemy before me.
When he had chosen this cultivation method, he had merely thought it a safe choice.
Only now, against a fifth-rank expert's all-out strike, had he truly tested its mettle.
Clang.
A crisp sound