The strength of the effect caused Fang Zheng to be slightly taken aback. It was as if something dawned on him, as his eyes suddenly erupted with intense fighting spirit.
"Hmm?"
The Daoist squinted:
"Martial Dao Will!"
Those who pursue the Dao dislike martial artists who comprehend the Martial Dao Will the most, as such individuals possess the power to break techniques, greatly diminishing the potency of magic on them.
However...
It's just a mere martial artist!
Seeing Fang Zheng charging forward with his saber, the Daoist flicked his sleeve again. A pitch-black gourd floated from his waist, and its mouth opened.
"Poof!"
Streaks of fire shot out from the gourd's mouth.
In the blink of an eye,
there were already more than ten of them.
The streaks of fire wove into a net in mid-air, covering all directions, rushing toward the advancing Fang Zheng, sealing off his path of retreat.
Upon closer inspection,
