What shook Li Yan even more was that although Tang Feng's aura was in disarray, precisely because of that, the fluctuations in Tang Feng's soul power were even more erratic.
This allowed Li Yan to sense with ease that Tang Feng was actually a Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator. Judging from the range of his aura's fluctuations, Tang Feng should be a mid-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator.
And around Tang Feng, because his escape had been disrupted by a single strike, the three people pursuing him from behind had already scattered and surrounded him in an instant.
There was one woman and two men. The woman appeared to be in her thirties, with an exceedingly bewitching appearance. She wore a purple dress, her figure plump and full, a broad expanse of fair skin exposed at her chest.
The woman wore heavy makeup, and the nails on the ten fingers extending from her sleeves were purple-black, sharp as hooks and stretched long, as though they could easily gouge out a heart and rip open a belly.
Of the other two male cultivators, one was a young man dressed like a refined scholar, while the other was a short old man.
As the two sides gave chase, each person's aura had been revealed and fully unleashed. Li Yan sensed that those people were all Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators as well.
Moreover, all three had cultivation levels higher than Tang Feng's. Every one of them was a late-stage Spirit Transformation expert. The one who had attacked earlier was that elegant-looking young scholar.
He had been concealing his cultivation all along. I never saw through it before. This truly is unexpected—but why had he appeared here alone?
Li Yan looked at Tang Feng in the air, pondering inwardly.
The refined young scholar in the air saw