The balance of power had shifted.
That was why you had to show mercy when you had the upper hand—or wipe out your enemies completely.
After Sword Saint A Fei pulled away, the two of them didn't immediately resume fighting.
But the standoff at a distance was now worlds apart from the previous one.
The most obvious difference was that Tool Person A Fei had changed back from a shadow, while his opponent had returned to its original form.
Of course, for Fu Qian at this moment, the change no longer stopped him from observing both sides at once.
After all, as the Wisdom Creator had warned him, his own condition was deteriorating too. Supernatural Perception was occurring more and more frequently.
Compared to his opponent, whose appearance had barely changed, Tool Person A Fei's current form was undeniably striking.
His severed limbs were still there, but he no longer looked like a beaten dog. On the contrary, he was so fierce it hurt to look at.
A brief inspection was enough to make it feel as if a murderous aura had pierced through one's eyes, sending a chill through the whole body.
At the same time, the posture of that ruined body conveyed a different kind of elegance.
The severed arm that had just been raised to block the attack still hadn't been lowered.
That made it easier to notice the weapon floating in the air beside it.
It was long, yet plain. Not a single ornament could be seen from end to end. It was almost like the thing he'd picked up off the ground at the start—not even something you could quite call a sword.
It didn't even have a solid form, seeming more like a phantom projection.
And yet, this weapon exuded a murderous aura far