"Did you think I was afraid of you?" Xiao Hua showed a trace of anger as well. He pointed with his hand, and the Dust Brush gradually accelerated, its outer edge likewise flashing with ring after ring of phantom images.
He Fangyuan, meanwhile, sneered as he restored his spiritual power. Whenever others saw this mass of phantoms, they would generally use their magic artifacts to deal with them haphazardly. Yet He Fangyuan himself knew that these dozens of phantoms possessed exceedingly profound connections between them, sealing off every possible angle of evasion. Unless one found the trick and destroyed several crucial phantoms, one could only be left flustered and scrambling, robbing Peter to pay Paul, until finally being beaten to death by a "chaotic barrage of clubs."
Xiao Hua's hands and feet were no slower. He repeatedly activated the Dust Brush, drawing out streams of radiance from it. Each stream could destroy one phantom, but just as He Fangyuan had expected, Xiao Hua could not find any trick within the club shadows filling the sky. He could only send the earthen-yellow radiance separately toward the different club shadows.
"Puff, puff, puff..." A string of sounds rang out. Under Xiao Hua's control, the dozens of radiances split from the Dust Brush barely managed to block the dozens of club shadows. With Xiao Hua's current Buddhist sense, this was already the limit of what he could force himself to do!
"Oh? Junior Brother Xiao truly is extraordinary!" Seeing Xiao Hua break the first wave of club shadows, He Fangyuan was even more astonished. These were dozens of phantoms, yet Xiao Hua could mobilize so many streams of radiance in an instant to deal with them. It was clear that his divine sense was remarkable.
"Now watch my methods!" He Fangyuan activated his