Myriad Dao Plains.
Xiao Mo stepped into the small Formation.
Xiao Mo's first opponent was a cultivator from Thunder Flame Peak named Lei Ben, who also specialized in saber techniques.
Lei Ben and Xiao Mo were both in the Nascent Soul Realm.
After all, in the Saint Selection, the lowest required cultivation was the Golden Core Realm, and the highest could not exceed the Jade Pu Realm.
In other words,
there really could be cultivators from the Upper Three Realms among the candidates. In past generations, the Saint candidates had generally been in the Jade Pu Realm; Nascent Soul Realm cultivators were exceedingly rare.
But in Xiao Mo's eyes, it made no difference what realm his opponent was in.
Before the fight to the death, Xiao Mo and Lei Ben signed their names and pressed their fingerprints in the presence of a Myriad Dao Sect steward.
The Myriad Dao Sect's duels had few rules. They wouldn't give you any protective treasures to save your life, either.
Unless you voluntarily surrendered midway, you were responsible for your own life or death. If you died, you had no grounds to complain.
"You're Xiao Mo?" Lei Ben gripped the enormous cleaver in his hand and looked at Xiao Mo impassively. "I've been stationed at one of the Myriad Dao Sect's branch sects all these years and never came back. I just returned this time and heard there was a genius who killed a Golden Core cultivator while in the Cave Mansion Realm. Not bad."
"Yes," Xiao Mo replied calmly.
Lei Ben glanced at the Tang Saber in Xiao Mo's hand and furrowed his brows. "You people from Karma Blood Peak use these Tang Sabers that came from the Central Plains. The blade's so long and slender, like a little girl's—sissy as hell. Just