With Fang Qianyuan's current breadth of vision and knowledge, even without knowing his opponent's cultivation system or fighting style, a single glance was enough for him to make a fair guess.
Sure enough, just as Fang Qianyuan was thinking this, Yin Ziyang once again gathered a mass of blue-green light that hovered around him.
Beneath his feet was a giant peng with a wingspan several dozen feet across. It looked like an ordinary human rank Spirit Creature, but its speed was impressive. By the time Fang Qianyuan dodged the previous strike and looked back, it had already closed to within a hundred feet.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The blade-leaf grass formed throwing knives, sending blade after blade of Gang Edge slicing through the air at astonishing speed.
This attack was entirely different from the last. Fang Qianyuan vaguely sensed exceptionally sophisticated technique within it. Front, back, left, and right-almost every avenue of escape he could imagine had been sealed off.
Was that earlier strike a probe? Fang Qianyuan wondered.
But trying to deal with me using these petty tricks is nothing but a fool's dream!
Yin Ziyang was no stronger than the Mighty Fist King, Xue Pingchuan, whom Fang Qianyuan had encountered before. Thus, although his technique was masterful enough to inspire awe, it was still far from posing a lethal threat to Fang Qianyuan.
Fang Qianyuan did not rack his brains trying to evade it. He simply used the Wind Transformation Formula and vanished on the spot.
Dodge?
That was a mortal's response. What Divine Abilities and spells could accomplish was what truly transcended the ordinary!
The throwing knives tore through the air, only to strike empty space. Fang Qianyuan had already become a whirlwind and vanished into thin air, so even attacks that never missed all struck