Wang Yu instinctively swept Zhu Wuyan with his divine sense, only to discover that the fluctuations of spiritual energy around him were rather strange.
One moment, they were unfathomably profound, impossible to gauge, as though he had surpassed the Qi Refining realm; the next, they became exceptionally weak, as though he were only at the second or third level of Qi Refining.
What astonished Wang Yu even more was Zhu Wuyan's face, shrouded in a faint blood-red glow. One of his eyes had turned scarlet as blood, while the other was crystalline white. Though both were looking at him, Wang Yu had the skin-crawling sensation that two different people were watching him at once.
Without another word, Wang Yu slapped the Storage Bag at his waist. Three pale-red mirrors flew straight out and circled his body, transforming into three Floating Cannon Platforms amid a series of mechanical clicks.
Pale-gold talisman patterns appeared on the surfaces of the three cannon barrels, which all aimed at Zhu Wuyan.
At the same time, he turned over a hand concealed in his sleeve, pinching a talisman bearing the image of a Blood-Colored Long Saber between his fingers.
Wang Yu watched Zhu Wuyan gravely. Well aware of how terrifying his blood path secret arts were, he was ready to unleash his strongest means the instant a fight broke out.
He had to settle life and death in a short time. Otherwise, given how troublesome blood path cultivation methods were, once he was entangled, any hope of escape would be a fool's dream.
But something strange happened.
Zhu Wuyan merely watched Wang Yu coldly from ahead, showing not the slightest intention of approaching.
A thought stirred in Wang Yu's mind. Recalling the conversation he had just heard from the other side, he turned the matter over