The loose-haired cultivator cupped his fists to Zhang Yu and introduced himself. "Hui Yuanwu."
Zhang Yu raised his sleeve in salute. "Zhang Yu."
Hui Yuanwu's expression was incomparably grave. "Since Fellow Daoist has invited me to test our seals against each other, I will not hold back."
Zhang Yu nodded. "Please, Fellow Daoist. Let me witness your skill."
He wished to see just what level the Azure Yang Profound Residence's cultivators of the mystic arts had now reached, how they differed from the mystic cultivators he had encountered before. A battle was the simplest way to find out.
Hui Yuanwu said, "Be careful, Fellow Daoist." Even as he spoke, light suddenly blazed from his body.
Zhang Yu's senses were incomparably sharp. In that instant, however, he saw the glimmers of nearly a hundred seals flash past. Within the great hall, there seemed to appear a figure of light wrapped in molten lava. Restless light and heat poured from his entire body, while an incomparably dangerous aura radiated from him, like the very moment before a volcanic tsunami erupted.
Yet even a cultivator who had read the third chapter of the book, possessing nearly a hundred seals and able to wield them all at once—was this not far too exaggerated?
But no matter how the other man had accomplished it, what followed would surely be an earth-shattering blow.
At that moment, the Keen Thought Seal naturally began to turn, and everything around him slowed. From the direction in which the other man's body and Heartlight Seal circulated, he could tell that his next move would certainly be to charge forward and punch him.
Had it been any other mystic cultivator equally unfamiliar with the situation, even if they understood the opponent's move at this moment, it would have been useless. The