Impartation

Despite facing such a strike from Feng Jiang, Zhang Xuan showed no signs of wanting to dodge. Instead, he calmly placed his hands behind his back, as if opening himself up for Feng Jiang.

And just as the strike was about to connect, Zhang Xuan suddenly pouted and blew out lightly.

Hula!

His breath formed a surge of sword qi that, like a pin piercing a balloon, popped the ferocious might behind Feng Jiang's attack, causing his energy to dissipate into the surroundings.

It was a rather bewildering maneuver that seemed to defy common sense.

Ding ding ding ding!

Alarmed, Feng Jiang immediately launched several other strikes to follow up, but the same thing happened again and again. It was like rain falling on an umbrella; no matter how Feng Jiang tried to attack, none of the attacks landed.

Instead, the dissipated energy from his offense caused a depression everywhere else except for a two meters radius where Zhang Xuan was standing.