Sabotaging the Plan, Courting Death

So fast.

Sensing the threat of death, Tang Fengyi was secretly startled. She hurriedly retreated several hundred paces, widening the distance between herself and Wei Tu.

Was this man truly only at the quasi-Spirit Transformation realm? His escape speed was even faster than our sect's Flowing Cloud Seven Evasions? Even my divine sense had been unable to lock onto him in that instant.

Wariness filled Tang Fengyi's eyes as she communicated with the white-browed old man's divine sense deep within her mind.

Swordfire Palace was, after all, an established Spirit Transformation sect with profound foundations. And Lou Mingyue, as the granddaughter of a deceased Spirit Transformation cultivator... after inheriting Lion King Lou's connections, it was not inconceivable that she had invited a Spirit Transformation cultivator to oversee Swordfire Palace.

"How could there be so many Spirit Transformation cultivators in this world? And one foolish enough to disguise himself as a junior and compete against you? That boy surnamed Wei merely used his body-refining cultivation to perform a blood escape to the fighting platform and block your poison needle."

The white-browed old man spoke calmly, signaling Tang Fengyi to examine Wei Tu's physical condition more closely with her divine sense. Compared to before, his abundant vital energy had diminished by nearly thirty percent.

Seeing this, Tang Fengyi felt somewhat reassured, though the apprehension in her eyes did not lessen in the slightest. After all, if there was a first time, there could be a second. Should Wei Tu use that divine ability again and close in at the speed of that blood escape, the odds of her being killed would not be small.

"Do not worry. When you compete with this boy later, this old man will promptly use soul-path arts to stop him and create an opportunity for your victory,"