“Shadow Blade?” Wu Yuan's gaze turned to the white-robed elderly man, his mind quickly analyzing the identities of the five individuals before him.1

The red-robed middle-aged man with two short spears on his back was the strongest. At least, through Wu Yuan's soul sense, he posed the greatest threat – a lethal one!3

After spending more than a year on Cloudhill, Wu Yuan's mastery of his soul had grown, and he could now wield it with increased dexterity. He had also gained a general understanding of how soul sense worked.2

Normally speaking, opponents who were two or three grades weaker than him, such as second-rate Adepts and ordinary first-rate Adepts, would give Wu Yuan a slight sense of danger, but they could essentially be ignored.0

Those one grade weaker, such as the top 200 first-rate Adepts in the Human Rankings, or average Savant experts, would give him a vaguely dangerous sensation.0

As for a lethal threat? These experts were at the level of the top ten in the Human Rankings!1

Next was the white-robed...0