In Tian Xingzi's eyes, Xiang Yang's physical body was unmatched, his spirit outstanding, and even his true qi, which had yet to break through its gate, was vast beyond compare, like a surging sea. His martial arts had already reached the absolute pinnacle of the age; across the world, there were only a scant few who could defeat him.
Yet great martial skill did not mean one faced no danger. If he were caught in a human-wave assault, hunted by experts on the level of the Demonic Sect Three Elders, or trapped within an array that amplified combat power, Xiang Yang could still very well be ambushed.
Moreover, setting everything else aside, there were still two people openly known in the world who could fight Xiang Yang head-on and kill him one-on-one: the Sword God, the number one expert under heaven, and the elusive Demon Emperor of the Demonic Sect, whose head was seen but never his tail.
The Demon Emperor went without saying. The Demonic Sect had suffered such tremendous losses that it certainly would not let the matter rest. Even if the Demon Emperor did not act personally, any two among the Heavenly Demon Lord, Earth Demon Lord, and Human Demon Sect Master would be enough to overcome Xiang Yang.
The Heavenly Demon Lord in particular had always been the most peculiar existence within the Demonic Sect. He and the Demon Emperor were not in a relationship of command and subordination, but existed side by side, with neither above nor below the other.
Added to the deductions drawn from what they had just seen in these mountains, the Sword God himself was likely no longer trustworthy. Since he could kill Shui Wuhen and Wan Tiancheng, he might well kill Xiang Yang too. That was another possibility.
"Indeed. This