Clash

The importance of a divine weapon to a Connate master went without saying. Back then, Xiang Yang had escaped from the hands of a seasoned Connate master like Bai Jiantao by relying on the might of Qu Xie—and that had been without fully unleashing its power.

"Haha, I'd forgotten that Xiang Yang has the demonic blade in hand. This battle probably won't be boring after all. Divine weapons are rare indeed. Brother Xiang, draw your blade quickly and let us have a look at the demonic blade's splendor."

Kuang Du laughed heartily. His external cultivation was astonishing, and he truly wanted to test the sharpness of a divine weapon against his Vajra Body. He suppressed the urge in his heart, intending to find a chance later and have Xiang Yang give him two slashes to see what the result would be.

"To be honest, Qu Xie's demonic might is too overwhelming. Even now, I don't have complete confidence in controlling this blade. If I truly draw it, then when victory and defeat are decided, so too will life and death.

"Fine. This is Six Yin Superior's territory, so I'll set the blade aside. Blood Spirit Child, you can rest easy."

With a thought, Xiang Yang snapped the Heavenly Silkworm Silk wrapped around the Demon Suppressing Blade Casket on his back and removed it. He sneered at Blood Spirit Child. Why use an ox-cleaving knife to kill a chicken?

"Good. Since the two of you intend to compare yourselves, stop at the right point. Everyone, restrain yourselves when you make your moves."

Just as Six Yin Superior finished speaking, a thunderclap suddenly exploded above the skies outside the hall. A light drizzle fell from the gloomy clouds, gradually turning into bean-sized drops that poured down like water tipped from a basin.