Xu Xianwen's senses were incredibly sharp. When he saw this approach still wasn't working, he immediately changed tactics, retreating to a safe distance and flinging various broken objects from the old temple at Chen Chuan.
Chen Chuan didn't let his guard down. He swung his blade to deflect every object that came flying his way.
Though they seemed to be tossed casually, the projectiles were imbued with heavy, shifting Power. It was clear that Xu Xianwen was also skilled at throwing.
He grew even more cautious, knowing this display of Power was no mere distraction. It had to be a prelude, with the real killing blow hidden behind it.
Sure enough, a moment later, a dull thud echoed as a wave of air pressure washed over him. A huge, glaring statue loomed larger and larger before him—Xu Xianwen had shoved the dilapidated idol from its shrine.
