White Blade · Peerless, fused with nine divine weapons, had seemingly become a World Level weapon.
The instant Han Wu drew White Blade · Peerless, heaven and earth changed color.
Endless dark clouds gathered on their own, lightning flashed, and howling winds and torrential rain came one after another.
The earth trembled as cracks split open, and scorching magma flowed through them.
War God King Zongheng, who was watching the match, abruptly rose to his feet, his eyes fixed on White Blade · Peerless in Han Wu's hand.
He could already tell that this divine weapon had surpassed the limits of divine weapons and reached the World Level.
"To trigger heavenly phenomena with the power of a divine weapon alone—it truly is extraordinary," War God King Zongheng marveled.
Feng Xian also looked toward Han Wu in the arena, a flash of greed passing through his eyes.
A treasured sword belonged with a hero. What kind of hero was Han Wu?
Such a powerful divine weapon should belong to Feng Xian.
At the side, E Lai drew his own divine weapon.
It was a savage-looking giant axe that had already reached Divinity Level Nine Stars.
E Lai compared the giant axe in his hand with Han Wu's White Blade · Peerless in the arena, then tossed his own axe to the ground.
"His is better. I'm going to snatch that blade later!" E Lai declared bluntly.
Feng Xian beside him nearly cursed aloud.
Did he have to be that blunt?
If he liked it, he would snatch it—what kind of bandit logic was that?
Did he think the War Faction was a den of bandits?
As fellow members of the Three Armies, Feng Xian felt that E Lai had seriously dragged down their image.
War God King Zongheng also looked at