After Zhang Yu slew the cultivator surnamed Xu with another stroke of his sword, he calmly returned the Cicada Cry Sword to its sheath.
After arriving in the lower level, although many divine abilities and Dao techniques could no longer be wielded with ease, he had discovered that this did not affect his use of the Sever All Absolutes technique.
Though the technique's might had likewise weakened, even the slightest increase in speed and strength could yield an enormous advantage in battle, especially in contests between those of the same level.
In the several battles he had fought since arriving here, he had prevailed through "speed and strength." Now that he considered it again, in a land where Dao techniques did not manifest, this was instead the sharpest and most effective method.
At this moment, he lowered his gaze toward the headless corpse. In an instant, the flesh and blood upon it dissolved, turning it into a skeleton. A few breaths later, it became a handful of dust and scattered on the wind.
Once these projections arrived, they could not persist after being killed. Before long, they would melt away into heaven and earth.
Li Bailiang and Old Yang hurried over from afar. They happened to witness this scene and could not help staring in dumbfounded disbelief. "This... Zhang Xuanzheng, this..."
Zhang Yu said evenly, "There is no need for you two to be surprised. This man seemed unwilling to give up and came to provoke me again, so I slew him once more."
As if recalling something, he added, "This man may come again. Have the soldiers stay away from the stone platform, lest he vent his anger on innocent troops when he arrives."
Li Bailiang clasped his fists. "We shall obey Xuanzheng's command."
He inwardly clicked his tongue.