Aside from Demonic Saber Jingqing, the Blade Sharpening Pool contained two other exceedingly terrifying, keen, razor-sharp auras. They were second only to the Demonic Saber and were extremely similar to the Hengshun Bell Meng Zhao possessed.
Either Heavenly Divine Weapons whose grades had fallen, or weapons already possessing certain traits of Heavenly Divine Weapons, with the foundation to rise to that level.
This alone showed that the Divine Saber Hall truly deserved to be called a great power that had dominated one region for centuries, as well as one of the Thirteen Families' Sacred Lands of martial arts.
One Demonic Saber and two divine sabers possessing part of the power of Heavenly Divine Weapons—such a foundation was enough to safeguard the Divine Saber Hall for a thousand years without decline.
Of course, Meng Zhao made no unnecessary moves within the Blade Sharpening Pool. He could keenly sense that, after his arrival, several streams of divine sense had been monitoring the place from afar. Every one of them belonged to a top-tier expert, and one was not much weaker than the Celestial Being Hui Kong.
Another two days passed before Meng Zhao, led by Xue Zihou, finally arrived at a mountain peak shaped like deer antlers. Within a cave somewhere in its belly, he met the Purple Lightning Saber Lord.
The Purple Lightning Saber Lord was a very young man—at least, he looked young, only around twenty. Purple hair, flickering with visible arcs of lightning, draped over his broad shoulders. Though his build was not especially burly, he gave off an invisible aura of power and tyranny, as though he could topple mountains and split seas.
Moreover, with only one glance, Meng Zhao saw that this Purple Lightning Saber Lord was not the Grandmaster expert Xue Zihou had described. He was