Cai Taoist's Dao method appeared, on the surface, to be a method of steadfast defense. This was because if his Dao method revealed from the outset that it intended to perish together with its opponent, then it was destined to have no effect.
Others could evade it, seal him away by some means, or even directly kill him with a Dao-Suppressing treasure.
But by assuming a defensive posture, he could actively draw others into attacking him. Moreover, his presence here then became reasonable—this time, he had come out to intercept the invading enemy.
This time, Zhang Yu had sent out a Fate Seal avatar. He paid no heed to any of this. Seeing Cai Taoist spread out his defensive radiance without evading, he showed no courtesy, swept open his sleeve, raised his sword, and struck!
Cai Taoist stood with lowered eyes, his expression wholly unchanged from before, still reinforcing the outer protection.
This was because he knew that if his opponent possessed a Dao method or means capable of changing as they pleased, it would be easy to withdraw at the final instant before contact. Thus, he could not relax on that account.
Although his Dao method was one that perished together with another, his defensive power was likewise formidable. Otherwise, how could he dare assume such a posture? He still harbored a sliver of hope: if he somehow managed to block the blow, would he not avoid having to give up his life?
As these thoughts turned, that streak of sword light flashed across him.
The sword strike was incomparably sharp, its light making him involuntarily narrow his eyes. Yet it met no obstruction as it cleaved through the treasure-light protection around him, then swept across his body.
At that moment, he abruptly raised his gaze toward Zhang Yu.