Li Baocheng's expression turned solemn.
The next moment, the broad, heavy sword suddenly lit up.
A mass of white light broke away from the blade, transforming into an arc of light that spread sideways, its range abruptly tripling.
Chu Zhiyuan ducked low and nimbly evaded it.
He had been observing Li Baocheng's sword techniques and circulation route, seeking to understand their mysteries.
If anyone else encountered this sword technique, they would indeed be left helpless, able only to meet it head-on.
And this sword technique possessed formidable power; it would be difficult to prevail in a direct clash.
His ability to evade it so lightly was thanks to his peerless movement technique.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss!"
Arcs of light, some horizontal and some vertical, densely wove themselves into a net of light that enveloped Chu Zhiyuan.
Chu Zhiyuan twisted aside and evaded it.
Yet this net of light did not dissipate. The arcs that had originally vanished reappeared and joined the net, forming an even larger and denser web of light.
The web flashed in midair, then unexpectedly pounced back at Chu Zhiyuan in reverse.
Chu Zhiyuan suddenly flickered and vanished from where he stood, appearing behind Li Baocheng the next instant.
His heart turned cold.
This move truly was a killing technique. He had not sensed the net of light launching its sneak attack at all.
Had it not been for Super Sensation, he would already have been engulfed by the net, with little hope of resisting it.
He lightly sent a palm strike toward Li Baocheng's back.
Li Baocheng was focused on controlling the net of light and had not expected Chu Zhiyuan to suddenly appear behind him.
When he reacted, he spun sharply, raising his broad, heavy sword across his chest and barely blocking Chu Zhiyuan's palm.