Though he appeared casual, his eyes were fixed on the incoming sword light, strange gleams flowing within them.
What Fang Xiao had not expected was that, without even releasing his martial soul, this man actually reached out with his bare hand to seize the sword light.
One had to know that even a pure body cultivator would find it difficult to take a Sword Cultivator's attack from the same realm head-on.
Yet judging by the calm expression on his face, he was clearly supremely confident.
He extended his hand.
It seemed slow, but was in fact incredibly fast.
The racing sword light was truly caught in his single hand.
Fang Xiao had originally been waiting for the sword light to erupt in his hand, but after the man lightly tapped it several times with his fingers, the sword light actually settled down.
Then, in the next instant, a crisp crack rang out.
Crack.
The sword light Fang Xiao had unleashed shattered without warning.
And the Great Dao Power contained within, having lost its restraint, returned to heaven and earth.
Fang Xiao watched the entire process without blinking.
In that instant just now, he had indeed sensed an extraordinary Great Dao Power surge from the man's hand.
But it had lasted only an extremely brief moment, vanishing in a flash.
Just as he was pondering what sort of method this was, the man made another move.
He abruptly leaped forward, then charged at him with an exceptionally elusive movement.
His figure appeared on the left one moment and on the right the next, constantly shifting, yet his speed did not slow in the slightest.
This style instantly made Fang Xiao think of a certain footwork technique.
Such moves might look commonplace, but that did not mean they were ordinary.
After all,