As they fought, one of them suddenly vanished.
Li Mu Yang disappeared without a trace, and none of the onlookers knew how he had vanished.
"Could he have been killed?" Qin Han asked, looking vexed. "If we'd known, we would've helped him. He sent that man flying with one punch just now, so I thought he must be really powerful—"
"He's not dead." Tu Xin's voice was utterly certain. "He won't die."
He had crossed hands with Li Mu Yang before. At the time, he had thought the two of them were evenly matched, with Li Mu Yang perhaps only slightly stronger than himself.
Later, after seeing him fight Wu Lie, block the Kunlun Snow Lion's attack on Wen Ruo Ruo with a wall of fire, and send Zhong Wuyan—who had placed immense pressure on him and Wen Ruo Ruo—flying with one punch, he realized how laughable his earlier assumption had been—
If you couldn't see the depths of a person, then that person was likely deeper than you imagined, never shallower. Such people were the most terrifying and dangerous.
Tu Xin couldn't see the depths of Li Mu Yang, so he firmly believed that Li Mu Yang would definitely survive.
Only Wu Shan Ji remained composed. Gazing deeply at the gray, murky sky, he asked softly, "What kind of person did you bring back with you, exactly? Is he truly Yan Xiangma of the Westwind Yan Family?"
"Senior Brother—" Wen Ruo Ruo turned to Wu Shan Ji and asked in confusion, "Where's Young Master Xiangma? Is he all right?"
"He's fine." Wu Shan Ji spoke in a deep voice. "With cultivation at such a level, how could anything happen to him?"
Wu Shan Ji had seen Li Mu Yang's movements. He was also one of only two people present