With a swish, the Unknowing Sword sprang into action. Three hundred Purple Firmament Swords slashed down from the sky, scattering countless glimmers that shot straight at the enormous arc.
A thunderous boom rang out, and the countless glimmers suddenly burst apart.
"Not good—it's a Gold-level Divine Weapon!"
Huang Mei cried out in alarm and sent Xu Yi a thought. "So this is the Dong Huang Family. They're really going all out. Don't fucking take risks—think of something, quick."
Xu Yi ignored Huang Mei completely. The Unknowing Sword went wild, sweeping out three hundred streams of Sword Qi. At last, they shattered the arc of light.
By then, he had already realized that the Seven-Star Short Blade in Dong Huang Yu's hand was far more powerful than he had imagined.
He could, of course, have opened with a forbidden move, combining the Thousand Illusions Heavy Thunder Sword into a single strike. But that would undoubtedly mean killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of his own.
It looked like a gain of two hundred, but in truth, it was a losing bargain.
The logic was simple. In terms of reserves, Dong Huang Yu was far stronger than he was. Even if Dong Huang Yu lost a thousand, while he lost eight hundred, Dong Huang Yu had ten thousand to draw on, while he had only two thousand. Going head-to-head and trading damage was obviously stupid.
His basic strategy for this fight was clear: he wasn't trying to kill his enemy, only wear him down.
The battle had only just begun, but the crowd's mocking looks had already vanished, replaced by a steady stream of discussion.
"Impressive. What kind of divine art is that? He's controlling hundreds of divine weapons by himself. And what's even more terrifying is his