Within the Guardian of Rectitude Palace on Clear Vault Landmass, Zhang Yu sat settled in the main hall, reflecting on the battle just now.
Whenever he went through a battle now, he would always find a way to look back over it, to see where his shortcomings lay and what still needed to be made up for.
Though this had not been a life-and-death battle, he had still gained quite a bit from it.
Cen Chuan's strength lay in his ability to fight with a phantom body. Even if he failed to kill his enemy in one attempt, he had the chance to start over. In truth, Zhang Yu had encountered several such opponents before.
Yet this was not strange. Many cultivators in Celestial Xia now leaned toward this sort of choice.
The chief reason was that, in Celestial Xia's clashes with Upper Firmament Heaven, as well as its current conflicts with the various powers of the Inner and Outer Layers, those who possessed such divine abilities and Dao arts found it easier to survive. They were unafraid of making mistakes and could deal with endlessly emerging methods of every kind.
At its root, this was still a choice forced upon them by external pressures. After all, those who could truly disregard such oppression were few and far between.
Dealing with such an opponent was exceedingly troublesome. Judging from the battle just now, unless one could directly locate his true body, one could only resolve the matter by continuously slaying one phantom body after another.
But that was highly passive. Once the other party realized he had no confidence in winning, his true body would inevitably retreat in advance. He could advance or retreat at will.
Of course, there were not no methods of restraint. Take the curse arts of