Meng Zhao saw Xue Zihou's expression and knew he was upset, so he changed the subject and asked,
"By the way, I saw a mysterious force hidden within your body, one capable of clouding the mind of a saber grandmaster like Bei Tangsu. I wonder what kind of expert left it behind, and what Divine Skills and Techniques it is?"
This was, in fact, one of the important reasons Xue Zihou had attracted Meng Zhao's attention—he was of value, and Meng Zhao had something to seek from him.
Since beginning his cultivation, Meng Zhao had acquired countless Divine Skills and Techniques. Whether they were methods of Gods and Devils, or of the Buddhist, Daoist, and demonic schools, there was none he did not understand and none he had not mastered. He could be called a true master of martial arts, with knowledge so broad that few in the world could rival him.
In his view, when Bei Tangsu had been about to kill Xue Zihou with his palm-saber Yin Lightning technique, a mysterious force like a streak of flowing light had surfaced over Xue Zihou's body. It caused Bei Tangsu's attack to miss and carried Xue Zihou, along with his three dead brothers, away.
The means by which it caused Bei Tangsu to miss was exceedingly strange. To outsiders, Bei Tangsu had seemed as though something had blinded his eyes. He simply stood rooted in place, utterly motionless, his saber qi and saber intent drawn but not released, like an arrow nocked upon the string.
It was not that he did not wish to attack, but that he had fallen into some peculiar state, unable to control himself.
That force was certainly not an illusion. From Meng Zhao's perspective, it was likely connected to the power of time.
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