Yan Hanqing's true body perished, but his other primordial spirits remained. One by one, they soared into the air, intersecting as they launched an attack on Chen Tang.
Chen Tang wielded his sword like an unparalleled swordsman, maneuvering and leaping with grace. The Xuanwei Sword pierced from various angles, a slight movement of the tip unleashing a blinding array of sword light.
His sword moves were exquisitely refined, each strike and style as if measured out with meticulous precision by heavenly craftsmen, without the slightest deviation, precise to the point of being terrifying. Even the finest masters of swordsmanship could, at most, match his level, not surpass his precision.
This was the source of his strength, yet it was also why Chen Yindou disliked him, believing that despite his youth, he was full of craft but lacked the ability to integrate and become a grandmaster.
However, Chen Tang was precisely not of the same free-spirited character as Chen Yindou and Chen Shi.
