As he watched the Blood Qi around Xu Yunfan gradually recede, Bi Yuan showed no sign of displeasure. Instead, a flicker of admiration passed through his eyes.
This young man before him wasn't just someone who blindly practiced his techniques. He had been tempered by countless life-and-death battles, often fighting—and winning—against opponents of a higher realm. Only through such trials could one cultivate such a sharp, piercing aura.
To be able to face him, a Supreme Grandmaster of the Nine Realms Qi Cultivation, with such composure was remarkable. Xu Yunfan's Blood Qi was still surging, and his Strength hadn't been suppressed or slowed in the slightest by his presence.
An ordinary Martial Artist would find their Blood Qi stagnating just by standing before him, yet the fighting spirit in Xu Yunfan's eyes was as sharp and unconcealed as a newly drawn sword.
"What courage! To dare draw your blade against the strong!"
