"What sword art is this!"
The Demon Fiend cried out in alarm.
Cheng Xinzhan naturally gave no answer. Mount Wudang had been founded too recently, with few disciples and fewer high-realm cultivators, and it lay a hundred and eight thousand miles from the Western Regions. Before his ascension, True Person Zhang Sanfeng had created this True Martial Taiji Sword by combining the True Martial Demon-Slaying Sword Arts with his self-created Dao of Taiji. It was Mount Wudang's supreme sword art, so there was nothing unusual about this Demon Fiend never having seen it.
The situation reversed in an instant, and Cheng Xinzhan switched from defense to attack.
At the same time, he discovered that Master Wen had spoken truly in calling this sword art "first for cultivating oneself and nurturing one's nature, second for slaying demons and defending the Dao." After practicing it several times, he found it even more effective at breaking through the bottleneck of his physical limits!
Meanwhile, after turning the battle around, Cheng Xinzhan also sent Sword Qi slashing at the liquid beads suspended in the Dao Domain between his attacks. Although his Taiji Sword now resolved the problem of his slowed movements, he could not ignore those obstructive beads and divine light. What if the Demon Fiend had other tricks, or simply fled?
But after one slash, Cheng Xinzhan discovered that this Demon Fiend's Dao Domain was not so simple. His Sword Qi struck the beads like a tide washing over pebbles on the shore: it could pass over them, but could not shatter them. The pebbles also impeded the tide's momentum, gradually weakening and slowing it until it was worn away entirely before traveling far.
A Devil Dao Sect with a deep heritage really was different.
So Cheng Xinzhan thought.
At the same time,