The Returning Mother-and-Child Flying Blades were exceedingly vicious. Even if a protective Spirit Garment stopped the child blade's lethal strike, the mother blade followed close behind.
Wheeling and returning, they were ordinarily difficult to evade.
Yet strangely...
The mangled flesh and blood everyone had imagined never appeared.
Their opponent suddenly shifted a few inches forward, then a few inches back as the blade wheeled around.
"..."
To onlookers, he had not moved a muscle.
Yet he remained completely unscathed.
"Fellow Daoist..."
Song Yan glanced sideways, the faint gold in his eyes fading until only profound black remained.
A dangerous smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
"Why resort to murder over a disagreement?"
The long-faced cultivator's expression tightened, and he grew wary.
A movement method?
The yellow-robed man had some experience, at least. The successive shifts in his opponent's position within a single breath already spoke volumes.
The cultivator at Qi Refining, fifth layer was short, but his expression was brazen, as though having his two elder brothers beside him allowed him to sleep without a care.
With his eldest and second brothers joining forces, what was there to fear even if their opponent was at the Qi Refining tenth layer?
"Heh heh, you little-"
Hum-
Before he could finish speaking, a Black-and-White Stream of Light swept past his ear, striking toward the horse-faced cultivator.
"Second Brother!"
An earthen-yellow streak of light abruptly rose from the yellow-robed man's hands, sweeping upward to intercept without hesitation.
Clang!
The clash of weapons rang throughout the front courtyard.
A pair of sledgehammers crossed in the yellow-robed man's hands, knocking the Unmoored Boat upward amid surging Spiritual Power.
The Black-and-White Stream of Light wheeled through the air and returned to Song Yan's side.
At the same time, he slowly withdrew his sword fingers.