"You needn't do this. Though I've suppressed my realm, my foundation runs deep, and this ordinary iron sword is also the weapon that has accompanied me."
"The Path of Slaughter is not so demanding when it comes to weapons. The path I walk is my strongest weapon."
Looking at Lin Xuan's battle saber, Mu Jingfeng spoke again, clearly having misunderstood something.
"There was a minor accident with my saber. It's not as you think. Even a lion hunting a rabbit must go all out—I understand that much."
Lin Xuan replied, his opinion of Mu Jingfeng rising sharply.
Though Mu Jingfeng was cold and carried boundless hatred and killing intent, his character was genuinely good.
Hearing Lin Xuan's words, Mu Jingfeng nodded lightly. After a brief pause, he asked, "Do you need to change weapons?"
"No need!"
"Let's begin!"
Lin Xuan shook his head. Saber intent had already begun to brew within him.
Ten-tenths saber intent circulated, and an overbearing, destructive aura suddenly spread throughout the Martial Arts Arena.
"Whoa!"
The surrounding Divine Firmament Disciples erupted into an uproar, many of their faces even turning deathly pale.
"That is... ten-tenths saber intent!"
"How terrifying. At the peak of the Inner Core Realm, he has ten-tenths saber intent. How did he even comprehend it?"
"The key is that he's cultivated for such a short time. Even if I had ten times as much time, I couldn't possibly achieve that."
"Nonsense. Otherwise, why would the former Holy Master value him so highly? To the point of outright favoritism!"
"So Senior Brother Lin isn't actually the former Holy Master's illegitimate son—he's simply highly regarded?"
"Would you shut your mouth? If someone hears that, you're dead!"
Words of shock and gossip rang out together. No one noticed that Wang Xuanfeng's face darkened for a moment.