Great Li Martial God

Inside the carriage, Murong Xiaoya, having finished attending to the Murong family's affairs, sat on one side with Shen Anran. On the other side, the large black cat had taken over Shen Anran's usual spot and was lying beside Li Musheng.

Having learned the full circumstances of what had happened the previous night, Shen Anran, who had initially harbored some resentment toward Murong Xiaoya for striking at Li Musheng, had since forgiven her, and the two of them were once again on good terms as sisters.

"This Vermilion Bird Bone is truly extraordinary. It can keep absorbing the refined blood of others and continuously strengthen its user's power?"

"Does that not mean that as long as Xiaoya keeps absorbing refined blood, her strength could grow without limit, until eventually no one in the entire martial world could stand against her?"

Shen Anran looked at Murong Xiaoya's left chest, then turned to Li Musheng across from her with an expression of fascination.

Li Musheng considered briefly, then shook his head, saying, "Setting aside the fact that her capacity to absorb has its limits, even if it did not, she has no idea how much refined blood she would need to absorb before barely reaching the threshold of making the number one under heaven fight even slightly seriously."

At those words, Shen Anran's expression went slightly blank. She and Murong Xiaoya exchanged a look, and both could see the shock in each other's eyes.

This was especially true for Murong Xiaoya. She understood well enough how terrifying her own strength had become, yet when she had faced Li Musheng, she had been completely unable to do anything to him at all, and once he had moved against her, she had not been able to offer the faintest resistance.

It was as though the gap between them was so vast it could not even begin to be bridged.