"The Bifang's cry seemed to have no effect on him at all... how did he do it?"
In the Guangling Pavilion stands, Mu Yuchen sprang from her chair when she saw Xu Taiping ignore the Bifang's cry and behead it with a single slash.
The Bifang's cry could indeed disrupt a cultivator's mind.
But how could she have known that, for Xu Taiping, who had drunk Dragon Gall Wine for years and had just spent several more years as a living corpse in the Heart-Pulling Blade Prison, this pain amounted to no more than taking a punch or two?
"I didn't see him cast any other spells or use any treasures. He must have withstood that Bifang's divine soul assault with his own divine soul."
Mu Yun murmured, his eyes fixed on the Golden Scale Platform below.
"Wait, let me take a look."
Mu Yuchen suddenly raised two fingers and swept them across her eyes. A trace of purple light flashed through her pupils.
When she looked down at Xu Taiping again, she saw white flames rising at least ten zhang high around him.
"His... his divine soul is twice as strong as it was in the last match!"
Mu Yuchen looked stunned.
"Not just his divine soul. His bladework has also improved considerably since his match against Ye Feiyu."
Mu Yun's expression was grave.
It was just as Mu Yun had seen.
During those fifteen years in the Heart-Pulling Blade Prison, Xu Taiping had improved more than just his blade domain.
His understanding of the Demon-Slaying Blade's techniques had also deepened considerably. His Dragon-Slaying Form just now had already shown something of the bearing described in the technique's essence: "slaying dragons with a casual stroke."
With the Dhyana Seal's support as well, Xu Taiping's improvement over these five days