But Fang Xiao's hands had yet to stop moving.
At his fingertips, a miniature storm gradually took shape.
A closer look revealed that this storm was formed from countless sword gleams as fine as ox hairs.
Yet, to everyone's surprise, he directly pressed out with one finger, sending the sword storm into the Dao soldier's brow.
"This counts as leaving behind an extra safeguard."
The Dao soldier was about to face a Mahayana Stage existence.
A mere fragment of consciousness within its Void Realm had casually pointed a finger and utterly restrained and suppressed him. How powerful would its true body be?
Thus, Fang Xiao had no choice but to take precautions.
Every sword gleam within that storm had been formed through his Chanting Sword Art.
Naturally, he had not lost his mind and imagined he could use this method to ambush a Mahayana Stage cultivator.
This method had been prepared for the Dao soldier—or rather, for that wisp of spiritual consciousness within the Dao soldier.
Fang Xiao fused every Chanting Sword gleam into that wisp of consciousness, entwining them together.
Not only could they not be extracted, they could also seal off the consciousness at any time and fend off external intrusion.
Even if it could not withstand the attack, the Dao soldier could instantly detonate them and collapse itself.
Even if it were controlled by that being and acted against its will, Fang Xiao's true body could still control it from afar.
After all, he was facing a Mahayana Stage existence. No amount of caution was excessive.
The Dao soldier said nothing throughout. Once Fang Xiao had finished all his preparations, it rose into the air and fled into the distance.
Fang Xiao remained where he was, watching the Dao soldier gradually vanish beyond the horizon before moving