With a single slash of the Crag Mountain Saber, the soaring red light enveloping Lu Ye flowed like liquid, pouring in full force into the saber. Immediately afterward, an enormous red saber light swept forth like a crescent moon.
A sharp crack rang out. Lu Ye felt excruciating pain surge through his right arm holding the saber; flesh split apart, and blood sprayed everywhere.
Even the Crag Mountain Saber gave a slight hum.
This was a saber transformed from Fang of the Weapon Race. Though it currently displayed only the level of a Spiritual Treasure, that was merely limited by Lu Ye's own cultivation. Its true quality was far more than that of a mere Spiritual Treasure.
Under normal circumstances, no matter how Lu Ye drove his power, the Crag Mountain Saber would show no unusual reaction. Yet after this slash, the saber trembled slightly from the feedback of that surging force.
Fortunately, it had been transformed from Fang. If it had still been the old Crag Mountain Saber, Lu Ye suspected it would have shattered outright. The power of that slash had already exceeded the limit a Spiritual Treasure could endure.
Not far away, the white-haired old man's pupils had shrunk to pinpoints. Although he had sensed that something was wrong the instant Lu Ye unleashed his saber momentum, Lu Ye's movements had been far too fast. With one side prepared and the other caught unawares, how could he have reacted in time? He had still been immersed in the excitement and joy of claiming the Realm King Flower, only for the threat of death to descend upon him in the next instant.
The moment the red saber light erupted, the white-haired old man wanted to flee. Yet to his horror, he discovered that this saber light had completely