Why?
Those three words not only screamed madly from Song Shan's wide-open eyes and dissipating soul, but also weighed heavily on Tang Meier's heart, stirring up immense confusion.
Why could Li Yun, a mere Dan-Forming Realm martial artist, use only Blade Intent driven by Internal Force to suppress—and even kill in return—Song Shan, who possessed the augmentation of Xiantian Primordial Qi and had cultivated Clear Wood Sword Intent to the second level?
Tang Meier's chest rose and fell slightly. The shock in her eyes had yet to settle as she slowly turned her head and looked at Tang Fu, who stood beside her with his head lowered.
Tang Fu had long understood Tang Meier's intentions.
The moment Tang Meier had deliberately allowed Song Shan to attack without immediately stopping him, he had guessed that she intended to use this battle to probe Li Yun's true capabilities.
Then, she would seize an opportunity to save him and sell him a favor.
Thus, Tang Fu had already spread his Grandmaster-level senses to their fullest. His aura was gathered but not released, and he was prepared to save Li Yun at any moment.
He had seen every detail of the earlier clash of intents with perfect clarity.
As an expert who had long stepped into the Grandmaster Realm, he saw through the hidden trick behind the battle at a glance. Facing Tang Meier's confusion, he slowly explained,
"Miss, the Blade Intent that kid comprehended is far from as simple as ordinary Blade Intent."
He raised a hand and pointed toward the battlefield below, where a faint blood mist still lingered. His gaze was sharp as an eagle's. "Look closely. When he unleashed his Blade Intent, the blood mist radiating from his body had already surpassed ordinary Blood Fiend Qi.
"That was a state