As ten thousand flying swords stabbed back and forth, Kuang Tianqing walked towards Zhang Yu, coldly saying, "All these messy preparations, as if you really want to win against me."
"What teammates' support, what prior preparations, what terrain, what arrays..."
"What use is it even if you have it?"
"You are too weak."
"And my personal strength far surpasses yours."
"With such disparity in personal strength, your actions are like those of a clown, do you understand? You celestial trash."
Seeing that their long-prepared attack couldn't harm the opponent in the slightest, the Soul Cultivators were all shocked.
Zhao Tianxing: "How is this possible?"
Hu Yuntao: "Unscathed? What kind of Magic Remains are these?"
Che Yufei, who had been silent for a long time, couldn't help but say, "We can't break through the defense at all... Zhang Yu, should we consider retreating?"
Meanwhile, in the midst of battle, Zhang Yu continuously livestreamed the fight to the four university groups.
