True Person Hanjiang had already flown into an uncontrollable rage.
The Domain Body in Master Zhuang's likeness repeatedly obstructed his advance. What angered him even more was that, no matter what Spell Arts he used,
that Master Zhuang could handle them with effortless ease, as though his attacks were mere child's play.
Meanwhile, Lin Ke calmly continued drawing his formation, as though no one else were there.
After all, the greatest use of this battle to him was to try out the formation Spell Arts he had recently learned.
Nothing else mattered.
He even began telling True Person Hanjiang a story in the middle of the fierce battle.
"Senior Han Jiang, I know a story called Tian Ji's Horse-Racing Story."
"It tells of a horse racer among the Hundred Schools in ancient times who was at a disadvantage. He used his best horse against his opponent's middle-ranked horse, his worst horse against his opponent's best horse, and then his middle-ranked horse against his opponent's worst horse, winning the contest."
True Person Hanjiang watched the Master Zhuang Domain Body neutralize his attacks yet again and ground his teeth in hatred.
Still, he revealed a sinister smile. "Junior, arrogance really has blinded you."
"You mean to say you used Jiang Ruoyan and that Blade Spirit as your best horses to fight our Illusionless Gu Sect's middle-ranked horses, Shi You and Shi Yuan."
"And you used that Mental Power bug as your middle-ranked horse to fight our Illusionless Gu Sect's army, the worst horses."
"While you, the worst horse, held me back. Is that it?"
True Person Hanjiang felt proud of his quick thinking, then said disdainfully,
"Unfortunately, that story of yours requires dividing them into best, middle, and worst. That's far too rigid."
"Our Illusionless Gu Sect's cultivators are never merely what