Just then, Yan Zhu saw Su Mu catch a Feiyun Thief's steel saber with his bare hand. His five fingers actually snapped the blade, and the broken piece shot through its owner's chest, sending a spray of blood into the air.
But that wasn't all.
With a casual turn, Su Mu set a falling leaf in motion. It tore through the air with a terrifying WHOOSH and, with a soft PUFF, pierced a Feiyun Thief's throat.
Yan Zhu felt a wave of terror wash over him, so intense that even his hair seemed to stand on end.
'Is this fucking Second Stage of Body Tempering?'
'Is this guy just a fucking constable?'
Hurting people with flying flowers and falling leaves—this kind of technique, turning the mundane into the miraculous, could only be performed by a powerful expert who had mastered intent!
'In all of Wuling City, how many people had mastered intent?'
'Even the prodigies from the Inner City hadn't mastered intent at this age!'
