Watching Wang Yuan charge at him, Fang Yi gave a cold smile.
As Wang Yuan rushed forward, a wooden stick appeared in his hand—an object he carried with him to substitute for an Iron Sword.
The stick shot straight towards Fang Yi's cheek. Although it was a wooden stick, it carried Sword Intent.
After all, Wang Yuan was at the second tier of Earth Level, a True Disciple of the Sky Sword Sect. The swordsmanship of the Sky Sword Sect was exquisitely refined. With Wang Yuan's discerning aptitude, he had already gained some insight into their techniques, making his attacks incredibly sharp.
As swift as lightning, the stick turned into a swordlike weapon, its assault fierce and intense.
Fang Yi clearly saw Wang Yuan's move. The wooden stick bore an invisible and colorless momentum, but it was enshrouded with a faint Sword Intent, which made Fang Yi take it seriously.