Li Baocheng looked solemn.
The next moment, the wide longsword suddenly shone brightly.
A ball of white light detached from the sword body, transforming into an arc of light that spread horizontally, its range suddenly tripling.
Chu Zhiyuan crouched and gracefully evaded.
He had been observing Li Baocheng's sword move and cultivation route, trying to understand its mysteries.
If others encountered this swordsmanship, they would truly be helpless and could only fight it head-on.
And this sword move was so powerful that fighting it head-on would be challenging.
His ability to evade so lightly was thanks to his extraordinary movement technique.
"Zzzzz!"
The arcs of light formed a dense light net, enveloping Chu Zhiyuan.
Chu Zhiyuan sidestepped to avoid it.
This light net did not dissipate, and the arcs that had dissipated reappeared, merging with the light net to form a larger, denser net.
The net flickered in the air and unexpectedly reversed direction towards Chu Zhiyuan.
