Dai Enran raised her saber upright. The Void Force along its blade began slowly spreading into the surrounding air.
Void Force could gather or disperse. Gathered, it could cut through anything; dispersed, it could slow all things.
Void Force cultivated through different divine arts varied, but the vast majority shared those two properties.
That was the fundamental reason high-ranking Invocation practitioners stood so far above everyone else.
"That's enough. With strength like that, I believe you're from the Supervision Department," Lin Hui suddenly said.
Whoosh...
The Void Force dissipated. Dai Enran sheathed her saber, then abruptly noticed that Lin Hui's twin swords had remained sheathed all this time. Her heart tightened.
Was this man really not at the Zhou Tian stage?
A strange sense of absurdity came over her.
An Inner Strength Realm fighter from the Outer City had broken through the limits of external martial arts and reached perfection through cultivation from the outside in. That alone was remarkable enough.
Yet now, facing her—a perfected Inner Strength Realm fighter and high-ranking Invocation practitioner—he still looked entirely unhurried.
Which of us is the high-ranking Invocation practitioner?
Dai Enran felt their positions had somehow been reversed. But she had achieved her goal and had no wish to expend more effort.
That brief test had shown Lin Hui's speed was no joke. Since he was willing to cooperate, all the better if they could avoid a fight.
"Good. Please come with me." Dai Enran's tone had grown much more courteous without her noticing.
Lin Hui noticed. So did the surrounding Black Armor Army soldiers. Everyone accepted it as only natural.
Respect was never won by pleading. Only strength could earn a person standing.
Lin Hui followed them using his movement art, keeping roughly the same pace as Daoist Baohe as they headed