Zhang Yu beckoned, and a streak of sword light descended from the heavens, halting at his side. The gale it brought tore through the air, setting his robes fluttering wildly.
The method he had chosen to face Nie Yin was not the evasive, opportunity-seeking tactic everyone had assumed. He meant to shatter the enemy's edge head-on with overwhelming force!
He had considered it long ago. No matter how far Nie Yin's divine ability rose, it had its limits. Otherwise, even a Profound Venerable could not have been his match. And that limit had to be one Nie Yin himself could endure.
Thus, after judging it inwardly, he believed that with his present cultivation and mental strength, he could utterly defeat him head-on.
To ensure there was no mistake, he had even had Bai Guo run a deduction. The result had been the same.
So Nie Yin had been mistaken just now. Zhang Yu's earlier sword strikes had not been meant to probe for flaws in his aura. They had merely been meant to drive Nie Yin's divine ability to its peak as soon as possible, so that he could destroy it in a single blow.
Everyone present was struck speechless with shock. They had considered all manner of strategies against Nie Yin, yet never had they imagined Zhang Yu would choose this seemingly most impossible method.
In truth, others had thought of this method before, but no one had ever truly achieved it. Nor had they believed anyone could, so they had instinctively overlooked the possibility.
Yet Zhang Yu's strike had completely shattered their fixed notions, leaving them momentarily dazed.
Yu Ruiqing looked at the clear sky above and could not help sighing with emotion. "The clear sky for ten thousand miles was like a washed mirror; it wiped away