Ling Tian had sparred with Feng He before, but he had never seen him this strong. Then he remembered that Feng Yang and Wu De had put Feng He through demonic training for more than a decade, and figured it was no wonder he had reached such a level. When Xuan Ci saw Feng He's Phenomenal Domain, his eyes gleamed. The Mysterious Spirit Bee Race excelled at this too—compressing Domain Power to its utmost limit. Seeing Feng He's Phenomenal Domain had given him new insights.
Huzi, meanwhile, never took his eyes off Feng He. A thoughtful expression crossed his face.
On the arena, Feng He's saber swept in every direction, its saber energy surging and its intent ferocious and unstoppable. Shredded leaves and broken branches rained down from the sky. He was like a Saber God descended into the mortal world, his edge untouchable.
His hands moved like a blur. Yao Yu dodged the saber energy with the Illusory God Phantom Shadow Movement Technique as she counterattacked.
After she summoned the Buddha Image Phantom, the leaves and petals filling the sky took on the power of her Buddhist domain. The vines in particular had become as tough as steel after absorbing Buddhist Spiritual Energy. Feng He could still cut through them, but they slowed him down considerably.
Using the flowers and ancient vines to obstruct him, Yao Yu darted among more than a dozen ancient trees. With her movement technique, it wasn't difficult for her to evade Feng He's attacks. A cage of petals formed around Feng He once again. He broke through it with ease, but it soon reformed.
For a time, the two were locked in a stalemate, neither able to overcome the other.
"Good heavens, Uncle Feng He is so strong! He can actually suppress Martial Aunt