Xiang Yang did not recognize the two men who had appeared so abruptly, nor did he know the identities of Juling and Shi Fayuan. Yet that did not prevent him from using his three-colored primordial spirit to gauge their strength. Both were first-rate Celestial masters.
With his current realm and insight, he could tell that Juling followed the path of external cultivation, specializing in the fleshly body. His realm far surpassed that of the brothers Chu Sai'en and Hu Yulu, who had died by Xiang Yang's hand. In terms of physical cultivation alone, he deserved to be called the foremost man Xiang Yang had ever seen.
The bronze-colored armor plates attached to him gleamed with an oily sheen. Pale red patterns surfaced across the plates, their lines crossing and tangling together.
Viewed individually, they resembled ghostly talismans scrawled at random. Yet when one plate joined another, they formed the winding, savage shape of a dragon, brimming with baleful charm and spiritual vitality.
That armor had just been attached to Blood Dust, but there had been nothing remarkable or wondrous about him wearing it. There was only one explanation: divine weapons possessed spirits, and this towering giant was the divine weapon's true master.
On Juling, this armor could unleash its power to the utmost. Away from Juling, worn by anyone else, it could at most provide some passive protection.
This was also related to why Ziyuan and Blood Dust had just fought to a standstill. With a divine weapon's aid, even experts of equal foundational strength would be separated by a gulf, while Blood Dust could not bring out the divine armor's true might.
Xiang Yang did not know his wares. Though he recognized that the armor was extraordinary, he had no idea of its true origin.
However, several sharp-eyed rising