Flowing Slurry Flying Liquid

"An impressive technique, Brother Xiang. It seems your martial arts have risen to another level."

A heartless man like that deserved to die. None of those present were good people, and to them, one man's death was no different from crushing an ant beneath their feet. No one cared.

However, Xiang Yang's method of killing had stirred the interest of the experts. Even Ghost Hand Dragon Mother, who had always carried herself as a senior, gave Xiang Yang a surprised glance. Such cultivation was indeed extraordinary; even she had to ponder it carefully before grasping a hint of it.

The one who praised Xiang Yang was Kuang Du, an Iron Crotch Master. He specialized in tempering the flesh and focused chiefly on refining essence, making his use of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth somewhat weaker. Yet precisely because of this, he was adept at dealing with others' spiritual-energy techniques and could more directly appreciate the power of Xiang Yang's move just now.

He had turned the omnipresent spiritual energy between heaven and earth into blade qi as fine as dust motes, carrying it along with a wisp of breeze to utterly break down and dissolve a person from the tiniest points. This was not the cutting of blade qi, but disintegration and shattering.

Had Xiang Yang possessed such cultivation and attainment atop Lan Mountain that day, Tang Wuyi would not merely have lost a little finger. He might not even have kept his life.

Rong Xi, Wanyan Bo, and Yan Qiu also wore grave expressions. They exchanged glances, all feeling the matter thorny indeed. If they truly found the Spring of Life and fighting broke out, who could stand against Xiang Yang?

The reason Six Yin Superior had sent Yan Qiu and Kuang Du as additional men to