With Sword in Hand, Severing All as I Go, Bathing with Heaven in the Sun and Moon's Radiance

Zhang Yu descended with sword in hand, carrying an irresistible sharpness. Before he had even arrived, Sword Qi had already pierced through the sea and sky below, bearing down in blazing majesty.

The woman in white could not help but inwardly praise him. If an ordinary person saw someone they had attacked with all their strength and killed come back to life once more, their momentum would surely falter. She asked herself that, were she in his place, she would inevitably be affected to some extent.

Yet Zhang Yu's momentum had not weakened in the slightest. Instead, it had only grown sharper. Such an opponent was both worthy of respect and worthy of fear.

Bai Xiu deliberately kept his distance at this time, widening the gap between them. If Zhang Yu used Heaven-Shaking Star Cry again, he could evade in time and avoid falling into the same predicament as before.

Yet this battle had, in truth, already turned through one cycle. It was as if it had begun anew.

Daoist Lin could not help sighing. "What a pity. What a pity."

Yu Fu also said regretfully, "It truly is somewhat regrettable."

When two evenly matched opponents fought, it was usually difficult to find an opportunity to win with a single blow. More often, as had been displayed in the field just now, both sides continuously tested each other through exchanges, sought out flaws, and then attempted to break their opponent.

Even if one temporarily gained the upper hand in such combat, one could at most suppress the opponent. To kill them immediately was almost impossible. Thus, a strange move like Zhang Yu's earlier one was exceedingly rare. Bai Xiu would certainly be on guard next time; it could be done once, but not twice.

If not for Bai Xiu's inexplicable