Both Zhang Yu and Ding Mao could be counted as sword cultivators, so the moment they clashed, they immediately employed the Art of Divinity Born from the Sword.
As both sides revealed their methods, each recognized at a glance what sword art the other was using.
For Zhang Yu, Sever All Absolutes was ever-present. Even in the most ordinary swing of his sword, the divinity upon the blade could arrive at his will.
If one sword was not enough, then two; if two were not enough, then three. Power and speed replaced and cast aside all outward variations, pure to the utmost.
The art of Transform Chaos, however, excelled entirely in transformation. With chaos, it transformed being and nonbeing; with separation and union, it worked the heavenly mechanisms. Thus, before one who possessed this art mastered the division of sword light, a single sword was insufficient to display their Dao arts. They had to use multiple sword weapons to bear the transformations and evolutions within it.
The moment the divine ability emerged and Zhang Yu's sword momentum came sweeping over, he suddenly felt Ding Mao's figure vanish from his perception. The space ahead abruptly became utterly empty, as though he had slashed into a stretch of nothingness.
He understood that his opponent had used this divine ability to cut away his perception with a single sword, just as Ding Mao had abruptly vanished from his senses before the grand array earlier.
Any killing technique required a clear target. Once the target was lost, it became impossible to achieve the intended damage; worse, a misjudgment could even give rise to a certain kind of confusion.
This was precisely the profundity of transformation. It did not directly contend with you, yet it could use another method to weaken and dissolve your strength.