Li Xian and Xiang Yang had never met and had no friendship. Seeking out Xiang Yang at such a sensitive time was already a strange matter. Combined with Xiang Yang's analysis, Li Xian's purpose was not difficult to understand.
Among the experts competing to become Divine Constable this time, the information Li Xian had gathered on Xiang Yang was the most incomplete. He knew the least about him, and accordingly feared him all the more.
People like Qi Hanjang practiced martial arts that could be traced. No matter how obscure or unorthodox they were, they had left their mark on this world. With the imperial clan's capabilities, it was not difficult to investigate their strengths, weaknesses, and flaws.
But Xiang Yang was different. His martial arts had come from nowhere, appearing out of the blue—Three Points Returning Energy, Wedding Dress Divine Skill, Heavenly Silkworm Transformation, Seven Limits, Seventh Absolute of Qiankun, and countless others. None of them were martial arts that had originally existed in this world.
No one had imagined that Xiang Yang possessed a supreme treasure like the Wordless Book.
Moreover, Xiang Yang had another distinguishing trait: the martial arts he studied and cultivated often bore an intensely personal stamp. He did not merely learn or imitate them. He smashed apart every school of martial arts, ground them to dust, then fused and absorbed them into himself.
In such a case, the martial arts themselves had no flaws, nor were they the primary factor in determining strength. The only possible weakness lay in Xiang Yang himself.
If Xiang Yang himself had been weak and lacking in strength, that would have been one thing. Yet his reputation was immense. Throughout the martial world of the Nineteen Provinces, he enjoyed great renown, standing alongside the Buddhist Sect's favored geniuses and