The two stood facing each other on the mountain path, neither making a move.
Zhang Tang did not act first; he flipped his large sword, dragging it behind him with one hand, while his left hand pinched the formula. His eyes emitted a golden light, and yellow smoke, much like a monster's breath, emanated from his mouth and nose. His entire body was surrounded by Daoist energy, as if draped in yellow silk.
Since he had joined with the two underlings, he naturally knew of Tie Dan's skills. His opponent held the high ground, putting him at a disadvantage from below. If he made the first move, his sword path would be discerned, leaving him vulnerable, so he maintained a defensive stance. His Qi was deep like an abyss, still like Mount Tai, unmovable like a mountain.
Tie Dan also remained still, concentrating his sword energy and storing power with Turbo Technique, because he couldn't find an opening!
