At this thought, the man spread his hands, and two more Soul-Slaying Flying Daggers flew out. The four daggers now darted up and down, left and right, forward and back. Yan Chihuo had already found it somewhat taxing to deal with two flying daggers; now that their number had doubled, he was immediately thrown into a frantic scramble.
In his panic, Yan Chihuo made one careless mistake and exposed an opening. A flying dagger slipped through the defensive perimeter and slashed straight at him.
Yan Chihuo shouted, "Good timing!" The Soul-Seizing Seal in the air shot out a thread of black light, binding the flying dagger. Though this temporarily eased the crisis, Yan Chihuo grew even more worried. While he had restrained this dagger, if the other three attacked again, there would be nothing he could do.
With that thought, he formed a hand seal. The black light tightened, making the flying dagger creak and squeal under the strain. The man's expression darkened, and the three flying daggers slashed toward the Soul-Seizing Seal.
Yan Chihuo had thought the other man would strike at his body, but instead, he had come directly to rescue the dagger. The opponent was an Ascension Stage cultivator, and his experience in magical combat was rare even in the entire cultivation world. He naturally knew that besieging Wei to rescue Zhao was the best strategy, yet he still chose this approach. Clearly, having that flying dagger restrained was no trifling matter to him, and he refused to let it be damaged.
Yan Chihuo reacted with astonishing speed. He immediately stirred the power of his soul, forcefully blocking the three flying daggers while increasing his strength in an attempt to destroy the restrained dagger.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! The three flying daggers rose and fell in succession,