Jing Yan's assessment was indeed correct.
Wanbao Daoist truly hadn't gone all out. Although he harbored deep hatred for Jing Yan, he remained rational. He was almost certain that Jing Yan possessed some means of divine soul attack. Such means were insidious, and a slight lapse in attention could lead to falling into the trap.
So, Wanbao Daoist dared not give it his all against Jing Yan, fearing he might be caught off guard by Jing Yan's trickery. If his divine soul body were attacked, it could pose a life-threatening danger in an instant.
"Damn it!"
"This brat is indeed strong. The swordsmanship martial arts he comprehends not only have formidable attack power but are also absurdly strong in defense. I feel that within this swordsmanship, all five basic law domains are seemingly fused." Wanbao Daoist's face was grim.
His gaze swept over to the distant battlefield.
