Decisive Action

After a long while.

Xiao Tianyang tirelessly vented the pressure in his heart on those three [Formation Spirits].

Of course, this was not a meaningless act.

At the very least, while achieving his objective, he had also satisfied his own needs.

This time, when he retreated, Xiao Tianyang did not hesitate too much.

He directly took out the Wine Gourd and drew the three fragmented Light Points into it.

Those movements flowed seamlessly, without the slightest trace of transition.

Dragon Peng also withdrew his spear, gazing at him with a hint of admiration and longing in its eyes.

Xiao Tianyang's seemingly effortless movements were actually an ability granted when one's physical techniques had reached an extraordinary level.

The principle behind it was simple enough.

It was like the difference between how one wrote as a child and how one wrote now.

That familiarity had already been carved into the bones and imprinted in the mind as fragments of memory.

Training physical techniques to such a masterful level was equivalent to being able to finely control the strength in every muscle on its body.

That was why Xiao Tianyang's movements appeared so fluid, with virtually no visible traces of connection between them.

Of course, such things could not simply be envied into existence.

A Soul Master's cultivation was like a progress bar on a computer. Unless the connection was cut off, it would only advance and never retreat.

Physical techniques, however, were like digging a hole on a beach.

If one did not keep digging deeper and pushing away the surrounding sand, the sand would fill the hole back in. If one did not advance, one would fall behind.

However, none of the above had anything to do with combat power. They were merely basic principles.

If they wanted to reach