Zhang Yan acted decisively, without any pleasantries with Du De. Driving his sword to the upper position, he formed the sword technique with his fingers, and as his mind commanded, a sharp and brilliant sword light shot forward like a rainbow, once again probing the way with his flying sword.
Du De's expression remained calm. Rubbing his hands together, he conjured a faint thread of flying smoke between his fingertips, thin and about as thick as a finger, resembling a snake. The smoke darted forth, meeting the sword light five zhang away, halting its advance.
Seeing his sword light unable to go forward, Zhang Yan did not persist. Calculating the distance between them, he let out a loud shout. Under the guidance of his divine intent, the sword ball trembled as if pearls on a broken string, releasing sixteen flawless sword lights that leapt alive into the sky, radiating brilliance and emanating frigid energy.
"Sixteen Swords in One Breath…"
