Ma Shaokang stared blankly at his own hands as well. An unprecedented sense of strength filled his heart; he felt several times better than before. It was simply unbelievable.
His first reaction was to suspect that he possessed some kind of Special Physique, and that the life-and-death crisis had awakened the potential hidden within his bloodline.
However, Ma Shaokang quickly dismissed that notion. The reason was simple: no one knew his own body better than he did. This state truly left him glowing with health and greatly increased his cultivation, but it was definitely not the effect of his physique. Rather, some external force had replenished the deficiencies within his body, creating his current condition.
He had never taken any such medicinal pill, unless someone had drugged him without his knowledge and planted the seed in advance, allowing it to take effect in a moment of crisis.
Almost instantly, Ma Shaokang knew who it was. Only his father possessed such ability, and only his father could have shown such paternal love.
"Ma Tianyi, this is fate! If I do not die today, then you will!"
Ma Shaokang was overwhelmed with emotions. His father had saved him once again from the unseen beyond. Then he had to live well, master divine arts in the future, slaughter the murderer of his father, and avenge him.
With a thought, Ma Shaokang's figure swayed, transforming into three afterimages that appeared in different positions. Though he held no saber, his thoughts became sabers. Streams of Formless Blade Qi accompanied Ma Shaokang as he charged at Ma Tianyi, and in an instant, the fierce battle erupted anew.
On the other side, Zhao Zhen had already defeated the four estate guards and hammered them to death one by one. He had suffered no injuries, though he had