In the valley, the stench of blood mingled with dust, choking the throat dry.
Yi Yang leaned on the Mysterious Abyss Saber, barely managing to stand.
Every breath felt as though a wound were being torn open in his chest, burning fiercely. The true qi within him had run dry.
Just then, a familiar figure appeared silently in the valley once more.
Jiang Zhongtian stepped out of the shadows. His sharp eyes swept over Huang Yi's corpse on the ground.
Then they settled on the swaying Yi Yang. A barely perceptible trace of approval flashed in his eyes as he said:
"Not bad."
Jiang Zhongtian spoke calmly. "With your true qi exhausted, you still managed to turn the tables and kill a Profound Mystery expert in the Manifestation Realm using divine sense."
"What realm has your divine sense reached?"
Yi Yang's fingers tightened slightly around Mysterious Abyss. He panted, his chest heaving, and did not answer immediately. His mind raced through the implications of those words.
Since Lord Jiang mentioned that I killed someone with divine sense, he must have been watching from the sidelines for quite some time. Yet now he's asking what realm I've reached.
That means he hasn't seen through my true capabilities. Apart from Lu Quanan, far away in Suining Prefecture, no one knows I've broken through to the Illusion-Breaking Realm. Divine sense cultivation arts are rare, and those who practice them are rarer still.
Until I know what he wants, keeping a trump card hidden is the best choice.
Yi Yang made himself look so weak that his oil had run dry and his lamp was guttering, then answered with difficulty:
"My lord."
"The first realm of divine sense. Perfection of the Self-Observation Realm."
He was lying.
Unless he had absolutely no other choice, he