Shen Baishuang stood on the clouds, his gaze fixed on the battlefield below, his face always brimming with a smile, while the fishing rod on his shoulder swung lightly, as if he were sitting by the riverbank waiting for playful fish to swim by, his demeanor was rather leisurely.
Zhang Yan, having cultivated to this day, has experienced many life-and-death battles. Encountering a Nascent Soul Third Realm Cultivator is not unprecedented, and his experience in battling enemies is unsurpassed among his peers.
He was well aware that in combat with an enemy, one must maintain control of the battle situation, and not let the opponent dominate, otherwise, one would inevitably fall into a disadvantage.
And as that sword stream attacked, he was momentarily unclear about its intricacies. At a glance, he only knew that there seemed to be some subtle use of division and fusion within it. Although it approached at a slowed pace, it wouldn't be wise to withstand it hard like this.
