After Zhang Yu entered the main cabin, he felt a faint warm current wash over him. Tracing it to its source, he found that it came from the main seat. He could not help but glance over there.
Seeing him abruptly appear here, the two Creators did not wait for the handsome youth's command before charging forward on their own, the two sharp swords in their hands slashing toward him.
Zhang Yu's gaze shifted. The instant the two made their move, he sensed that their techniques were highly methodical, tempered through countless trials.
Yet within those movements, he sensed a stiffness, like lines drawn with rulers and compasses—precise enough, but lacking the grace of nature.
The angle and force with which their swords cut in were well judged, and their coordination was excellent. Yet in his eyes, there was a hint of rigidity to them.
When faced with opponents like these, he had no qualms about returning swordsmanship with swordsmanship. He raised a hand and gripped the hilt. His every movement carried composure and ease, forming a stark contrast with their ruthless, cold severity.
Ever since stepping into the third chapter, he had rarely wielded a sword directly to fight and kill others. Usually, he simply used his Heartlight Seal flying sword to strike down his foes. But that did not mean his swordsmanship had fallen behind.
The tremendous increase in his strength and speed, along with his deeper understanding of Dao methods, had brought him into an entirely different realm.
As the two swords came at him, he leaned his body slightly aside and took a step forward. Borrowing the momentum of that advance, his blade was naturally drawn from its sheath and swept forward like clear light flowing water!
The eyes of the two Creators flickered. Seeing Zhang