Once Tang Youzeng lost, no one else from the Yue Sect dared step forward to challenge him.
They simply could not imagine how to seize the initiative against a Sword Cultivator at such a rapid pace.
Long, middle, and close range flowed together seamlessly, like drifting clouds and running water, impossibly smooth. To deal with an opponent like this, they would have to invite several gods to possess them at once, but that was an ability reserved for Golden Core cultivators. If they dared try it, there could be only one result-mental derangement.
Or would the gods fight among themselves inside his body first?
The Sword Cultivator's abilities had no weaknesses, and his system was complete. There was no hoping to take a clever shortcut by using a particular god to counter him directly. In the end, it would become strength against strength, speed against speed. Who could be faster than him?
Like the Qin Sect cultivators, no one wanted to step up and lose face without any confidence of winning. Cherishing their feathers was a cultivator's nature: pluck other people's feathers and protect their own plumage. That was common sense.
Among the Qin Sect's five True Disciples, however, Yang Guanjun's expression grew even graver. His intuition had been right. Even without the Body Sword Technique, this Sword Cultivator could still defeat him. The only question was how.
He could also see that the Sword Cultivator seemed to be deliberately showing off his skills. There was really no need for all this trouble. He could have ended the fight much faster; Tang Youzeng's Giant Spirit Vajra might never even have had a chance to possess him.
Was it a flaw in his character, or was he doing it deliberately? "Junior Sister, is this his trump card?"
Fang Yazi said nothing,