Xiang Yang was also sizing up the Tiger King and the man calling himself Di Jiang, his eyes revealing a probing look. In the end, however, his attention settled on the longsword on Yi Feixuan's back, a sword utterly unsuited to its bearer.
The Tiger King had been famous for a long time, yet his martial arts remained a mystery. All that was known was that his most commonly used weapon was the thick iron chain wrapped around him, as thick as a baby's arm. When wielded, it was like a flood dragon emerging from the sea; combined with his mountain-pulling, sea-filling strength and his vast, powerful true qi, it possessed tremendous might.
Of course, as a Divine Constable, he might have studied many sword manuals and known exceedingly formidable sword techniques, but he was absolutely not a qualified or powerful swordsman.
This sword, which in the scenes of the future could severely wound or even kill him, surely belonged to a supreme master deeply versed in the Sword Dao.
As for Di Jiang, Xiang Yang regarded him with particular gravity. Though the man's cultivation was inferior to his own, he carried an exceedingly dangerous aura. The cultivation art he practiced was likely a true inheritance of the demonic sects, and the feeling it gave Xiang Yang was much like that of the Demon Blade—both were highly skilled in martial arts, yet flawed in character.
"If Nan Fenglan had leaked the news, that woman would not have left so easily. It should have been this Heavenly Blade who sensed something was wrong and followed Nan Fenglan here.
"But what can your arrival change? Perhaps your martial arts are exceptionally high, and we cannot kill you—but if you wish to keep us here, that will be harder than scaling the heavens."