Bian looked at the many former Origin Xia comrades, a shadow rising in his heart. He could guess that he had fallen into some kind of illusion.
Looking over them, he was able to confirm that quite a few had clearly been defeated and destroyed at Zhang Yu's hands. The rest were presumably the same. He could not help but feel secretly alarmed; he had not expected this man to have already defeated and destroyed so many fellow cultivators.
Zhang Yu hung high in the air, his sleeves drifting and flying swords circling him. Looking down upon Bian from above, he remained still, merely stirring his intent. Among the many Daoists, one stepped forward.
Bian looked over and frowned. "Councilor Chuan?"
As Grand Councilor, he naturally recognized all the councilors of the Two Halls. After this man appeared, he saluted Bian and said, "Councilor Bian, forgive the offense." As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed at him. In an instant, the surrounding expanse shifted, layer upon layer pressing in.
Bian snorted and activated his own Dao technique to resist. Relying on his profound cultivation, he held out for a moment, but it was useless. The surrounding void continued to collapse inward with unwavering force.
His Dao technique was founded upon not fearing body-slaying methods, and upon using them to diminish his opponent's strength. It was never suited for direct confrontation. After several more breaths, the space around him, together with his entire body, suddenly collapsed downward. Councilor Chuan actually crushed him into dust-like particles in one grasp, then ground him into a mass of radiant vapor.
A short while later, spiritual light flashed in the field, and Bian's figure appeared there once more. At the sight of his surroundings, he was immediately filled with uncertainty. He had not expected