Drawing a Tiger from a Cat

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Long Zhanye spoke softly, his voice carrying curiosity and admiration:

"What powerful pressure—"

"No wonder they were geniuses with two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings."

Yet he still did not summon his Martial Soul. He merely raised a hand slowly.

A long, ice-blue saber suddenly lit up in his hand. It was the divine weapon he had taken from Huo Yuhao—the Luchen Blade.

The blade seemed to have been forged from ten-thousand-year ice, its edge flowing with a cold gleam like polar stars.

It also radiated a chilling aura, as though the entirety of winter had been condensed into its edge.

Long Zhanye truly could not bring out all of the blade's original power.

After all, the Luchen Blade's attributes and inheritance had no compatibility with him whatsoever.

The trace of Divine Power from the God of Emotions and the laws of ice and snow contained within the blade had nothing to do with his own attributes.

However, during that battle with Huo Yuhao,

though they had only exchanged blows briefly, Long Zhanye had already seen Huo Yuhao's exquisite and fierce Dragon Rain Gathering Dance Saber Technique clearly through his Double Pupil.

To ordinary people, that saber technique was chaotic and swift, as dazzling and impossible to track as snowflakes whirling through a blizzard.

But before Long Zhanye's Double Pupil, every trajectory of that saber technique and every minute angle at which force was exerted became as clear as though slowed down a hundredfold.

Naturally, he had already grasped its key points. Now, he intended to test just how much power this divine weapon and that saber technique could unleash together.

The Shining Gold Rope shot toward Long Zhanye like a golden wandering dragon, binding toward him at astonishing speed.

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