Qiao Dai ignored Ji Hantian's provocation, his gaze falling on the Heaven-Severing Axe.
Everyone looked at him. Over the years, cultivators had come every day to challenge the Heaven-Severing Axe, but very few possessed an aura like his.
The number one cultivator of Lingxia—just the sound of it was enough to scare people!
Qiao Dai appeared calm, but in truth, his heart was extremely tense.
Over the years, Sword Venerable Fudao's mighty name had grown unimaginably resounding. Even within the Spirit Realm, it was widely known. Qiao Dai also knew he could not possibly be Sword Venerable Fudao's opponent, but the Heaven-Severing Axe was only a treasure Sword Venerable Fudao had left behind. He was still confident he could lift it.
He raised his right hand and gripped the axe handle.
The instant he grasped it, he felt a heaviness he had never encountered before.
His brows furrowed, and he immediately began to exert his strength.
Rumble—
The Heaven-Mending Platform trembled because of it, and everyone looked at him nervously.
No matter which sect they came from, none of the cultivators on the platform hoped he could lift it.
Taixuan Sect disciples cared about their dignity, while disciples from other sects cared about opportunity. Who did not want to become Sword Venerable Fudao's successor?
To this day, Sword Venerable Fudao had already become someone worshiped by all sects across the Three Dynasties.
Beneath Gu An, the Blood Prison Great Sage was secretly startled. In truth, he also wanted to try the Heaven-Severing Axe. At present, aside from the person on his back, he had yet to truly encounter an existence stronger than himself.
This fellow named Qiao Dai was different. The Blood Prison Great Sage could sense that the other party's cultivation was even a little higher than his own.