Clearly visible, Zhang Zishen simply raised his longsword casually. Murderous intent flowed as smoothly as drifting clouds and flowing water. The sword flipped, producing a thousand resounding clangs in an instant, layered like tidal waves. The sword light was ethereal, rippling without any pause as it surged directly at the six Guardian Army members.
The six Guardian Army members were not entirely defenseless. Danger approached, and although their bodies had instinctively stiffened, they retained strong combat awareness. They forcefully unsheathed their swords, exerting every ounce of strength to clash back.
However.
Futile!
The disparity was just too overwhelming!!!
Clink...
