Daoist Xu heard Chuan Si discuss having him go first, and he did not hesitate much. The four of them now shared weal and woe; if he went forward to fight, the other three would have to support him.
Moreover, they were all fighting with external bodies, so he did not pay it much mind. Even if he suffered defeat again, even if sword scars were carved into his mind once more, matters could not get any worse than before.
He had only a rough understanding of Daoist Gao and Daoist Qi's Dao arts, yet he did not know what Chuan Si's Dao art was. Had he known, he might have coordinated with him better.
Origin Xia had thoroughly investigated the background of every one of them, leaving not the slightest secret untouched. Thus, Chuan Si knew the Dao arts of the few of them, but he did not tell them what his fundamental Dao art was.
Even so, he believed their chances of victory were exceedingly high. After all, they were four people; a one-on-one duel and a group battle were entirely different matters. Zhang Yu could kill one of them in single combat, but how could he possibly attend to another at the same time?
Thus, his confidence was full. With a surge of magic power, he charged straight toward the formation.
Zhang Yu watched that streak of fleeing light approach him. He made no move, merely waiting there in silence.
Though he stood here alone this time, he carried quite a few magical artifacts on his person. Lin Tingzhi had given all of them to him.
Ordinary cultivators, if they were not using their own original magical artifacts, could not wield them as freely as their limbs. In battle, they simply could not employ them in time.