Yu Ci's gaze still swept across the three faces one by one. Bu Cuo, Xiao Bo, Chen Guang—the three varied in fat and thinness, height and shortness, yet were all equally gloomy. Holding long swords, they surrounded three sides, their auras intersecting with one another as they slowly mended the sword qi barrier that Yu Ci's sword intent had cleaved open.
If he could attack out now, naturally that would be the best, but unfortunately Yu Ci was truly lacking in strength and could only talk the talk:
"Weren't you beaten out of the manifestation flying boat with nowhere to hide? The Pan Huang Three Swords really did put on a good show."
While mocking, he suppressed his injuries as much as possible. Actually, Yu Ci found it somewhat strange. The actions of the Pan Huang Three Swords were overly "refined"; having gained the upper hand, how could they not press the attack in one go?
Even when he was at his peak, facing a three-person encirclement, his chances of victory were not large. In the cultivation world, those famous for wielding sword arrays were not common, and Ge Hui and the others counted, but they had not yet truly made a name for themselves in the cultivation world. Compared to them, the cultivation of the Pan Huang Three Swords surpassed theirs, and the Yin Yang Disk sword array was also far more profound and unfathomable than the Three Extremes Light Splitting Sword Array. If fully utilized, there was entirely the possibility of trapping and killing a higher-stage Huan Dan cultivator.
Under such circumstances, still remaining so cautious, could it be... The gazes of the three sides locked together in a crossfire. Finally, the big fatty Bu Cuo spoke up: "Headless and tailless, revealing one's tracks, it has made Fellow