Jingchen stared at the azure-green true astral force circulating around Yi Yang, and instead, his brow relaxed.
He held one hand upright before his chest and invoked the Buddha's name.
"Amitabha. Now that makes sense."
"It seems you are indeed the fated one I have been searching for!"
After that last strike, Jingchen had concluded that Yi Yang was concealing his cultivation.
Someone at third inner qi completion catching a strike delivered with seventy percent of his strength had made no sense to begin with.
Now that his True Astral Realm trump card was revealed, everything fell into place.
Jingchen unclasped his hands and gripped the Precept Blade again.
The way his astral energy circulated within his body changed.
Rather than compressing it into the three inches along the cutting edge as before, he divided it into two streams from his dantian and channeled them into the blade through different meridians.
A golden sheen rose along the edge of the Precept Blade in his hand, spreading from its base to its tip until it enveloped the entire weapon.
Great Compassion Barrier-Breaking Saber, second level: Breaking the Dharma Attachment.
Jingchen sank through his legs, twisted his waist and hips, and slashed diagonally with the Precept Blade.
Golden saber energy shot from the edge.
Two golden arcs crossed one behind the other, one sweeping left and the other right, sealing off Yi Yang's retreat straight back and all room to dodge to either side.
One arc rode high and the other low, blocking both sides.
Whichever one Yi Yang blocked, the remaining arc would cut into the gap in his defense.
Below the platform, Xiao Zhengyan narrowed his eyes at the strike, watching the paths of the two golden arcs.
*This monk put more thought into this strike than the last. He