Inside the inn room, Shanhua gripped the sharp three-foot slender sword in her hand and, with several swishes, unleashed an exquisite sword technique. The sound of it slicing through the air stirred up fierce gusts, abruptly sending a wooden rack flying across the room, only for it to land steadily not far from the bedside.
"This sword is truly excellent. With this treasured blade to aid me, even without the Beast Taming Arts, I can still wield considerable martial strength. Against either Ma Tianyi or Zhao Zhen, I should have the power to fight."
Shanhua declared this with absolute confidence. Clearly, she could no longer restrain her urge to help Ma Shaokang take revenge. Moreover, she did not intend to leave Lü Yue to act alone—she wanted to assist him, perhaps even share the burden as an equal.
If this had been in Hengqu Mountain, Lü Yue would not have needed to lift a finger. With her Beast Taming Arts, she could command the endless vicious beasts of the mountains and form the might of a Beast Tide. Ma Tianyi and Zhao Zhen would undoubtedly have died; they would have been no match for her at all.
But in the mundane world, vicious beasts were rare. Shanhua's Beast Taming Arts had no place to be used, so she could only act with her true martial strength.
Of course, Shanhua's martial arts were not poor either. At the very least, when Ma Shaokang had still been alive, the two had discussed martial arts and sparred with one another. Given Ma Shaokang's foundation after taking the golden pill, along with the power of the Miro Divine Skill and the Formless Blade, it could not be said that he had been able to suppress Shanhua with certainty.
After all, Shanhua had been taught