Having defeated two people in the blink of an eye, Xiang Yang still appeared calm and relaxed. He had merely used his Dao-Realization cultivation and fist-and-kick martial arts; as for his true strength, he had displayed no more than thirty percent.
Even so, he had beaten the husband and wife, Zhou An and Yu Hui, into a sorry state. He could not help but feel a trace of disdain for Zhou Tong, whom he had never met.
Could it be that this peerless hero who had dominated Dingzhou for over seventy years and contended with the Sword God possessed no more skill than this?
To be sure, these two could not represent Zhou Tong. Yet, by peering at a leopard through a tube, it seemed that this Little Martial Saint was not much stronger than him in terms of realm—at most, he had accumulated a few more years of refinement.
Give Xiang Yang seventy years, and he would long since have run rampant without equal. Why would he need to let juniors catch up and charge straight at him?
"Still, I have the Third Prince's Blood Flower Spirit Mushroom to thank for helping me break open the Physical Body Divine Treasury. Had I merely entered Dao-Realization, defeating these two would not have been so easy."
Xiang Yang then recalled that he had not achieved his present martial path solely through his own talent, and he understood.
From Celestial Human to Dao-Realization, he had borrowed the power of the Divine Constable Gate's Heart-Illuminating Mirror. From Dao-Realization to breaking open the Physical Body Divine Treasury, he had borrowed the power of the wondrous treasure, the Blood Flower Spirit Mushroom.
If possible, he also coveted the Hellflower in Wen Jingjing's hands and was determined to obtain it. It might very well allow him