Blood Dust was covered in a bloody glow from head to toe. His figure could only barely be made out as somewhat bloated, while his face was a hazy blur, making it impossible to discern his expression.
Yet the surprise and gravity in his voice were unmistakable, as though he was hesitating over something.
Blood Dust was no stranger to Xiang Yang. He had even personally witnessed his battle in the Life and Death Arena. His martial arts were indeed formidable; with a divine weapon to aid him, he could contend against Heavenly Man Realm experts. Yet Blood Dust had never expected that, with his blade path sealed and his divine weapon gathering dust, Xiang Yang would still possess such fighting strength.
"Troublesome. First, Ziyuan refused to play by the rules and absorbed the essence of the Earth Vein Dragon Qi ahead of time, ascending to the Heavenly Man Realm. Now there is Xiang Yang, an expert whose strength is no less than Fanputi's. What should I do? Am I supposed to let the Karma Severing Buddha Sword slip through my fingers just like that?"
Blood Dust had always been exceedingly arrogant and decisive, yet now he had fallen into a dilemma, wavering uncertainly.
His arrogance rested upon his own Heavenly Man-level strength. He believed there were few in the world capable of standing against him, so whenever trouble arose, he preferred to solve it with violence. Anything he could crush beneath his feet was no trouble at all.
But now, his strength was no longer enough to support him in crushing these juniors. Forget Fanputi and Xiang Yang—even Ziyuan alone was not someone he could deal with easily. This did not mean he was worthless; it merely meant that the younger generation was too monstrous, their martial strength absurdly