"How can he tell?"
"It's impossible. I don't even know whether or not Yan Liren attacked. Besides, according to Yan Liren, he did not wield the sword at all but merely attacked with his will. Could the guy have perceived the constituents of the sword through the will of the sword?"
"Are you kidding me? This is too unbelievable!"
The Cultivators nearby had already been shocked by Yan Liren time and time again. Hardly had they caught their breath when they were crushed again by Li Yao's mind-boggling theory. They found it barely possible to stand on their feet!
Yan Liren's outstretched foot moved back, and he turned around. Staring at Li Yao, he asked, "How did you know?"
"You just 'killed' me with the will of the sword." Touching his neck, Li Yao said, "My throat can still taste the wind and frost on your sword. If I could not distinguish what it was that 'killed' me, wouldn't I be too hilarious?