The once-dense Xuanli Sword Intent was shredded by the Bear Wind Domain, leaving only a thin layer behind, yet this meager layer was incredibly resilient.
The thin Xuanli Sword Intent, like smoke and mist, coated Fang Qingyuan's body. When the black rings from the Bear Wind Domain sliced through from different directions, it was like striking a reflection in water—they only kicked up a few ripples, ultimately changing nothing.
"This...?"
Now it was Bear Wind's turn to be surprised. He knew of the Sword Dao Fang Qingyuan practiced, but he'd never truly grasped its nature. This was his first time experiencing it firsthand.
"This is the Mirage Dragon Illusion Robe. Brother Xiong, are you truly certain those rings struck me?"
