At the center of the martial arena.
Jian Wuchen stood proudly, dressed in white whiter than snow, Sword Qi swirling around him as if a sword god had descended to the mortal world.
He looked disdainfully at Yang Dingtian across from him. With a flip of his palm, he took a long sword with a deep-blue body from his Storage Ring.
The instant the sword appeared, the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees.
Flecks of starlight seemed to flicker across the blade, swirling with a bone-chilling radiance that made one's heart tremble.
"This sword is called 'Star Scar.' It is a High-grade Divine King Weapon. My father specially asked a master weapon refiner to forge it for me."
Jian Wuchen gently brushed his fingers over the blade, his face filled with pride.
"Dying beneath this sword can be considered your honor."
High-grade Divine King Weapon.
The onlookers erupted in astonishment, their eyes filled with envy and jealousy.
Weapons of this level were rare even throughout the Southern Suburban Region. Yet Jian Wuchen carried one with him wherever he went. He truly was loaded.
Yang Dingtian looked at the dazzling sword and curled his lips, his face full of disdain.
"Flashy and gaudy, like an embroidery needle used by some woman."
As he spoke, he glanced left and right. In the end, his gaze landed on a weapon rack at the edge of the martial arena.
It was packed with ordinary weapons for the disciples to practice with.
Yang Dingtian strode over and casually pulled out a black-iron greatsword that looked somewhat rusty.
He weighed it in his hand, then casually swung it twice, producing a whooshing sound.
"Hmm, it's a little light, but it'll do."
Carrying that battered black-iron sword, he walked back to the center of the arena and beckoned