"My punch could shatter an entire cosmic sea."
"Yet your sword only caved in a little."
"It doesn't look like an innate artifact either."
"What material is that sword made from?"
Xiao Xuan turned the greatsword over, its blade facing upward and revealing the dented fist mark.
He gently traced the cracks around the fist mark with his thumb, his fingertip rubbing across those fractured dark-silver patterns.
"Dug out from the depths of the Boundary Sea."
"Ten thousand years ago, I jumped into an Abyss fissure at the very bottom of the Boundary Sea and found a piece of iron at the bottom."
"That iron was not iron. It was a spinal fossil from some long-extinct primordial creature."
"I hammered that spine for ten years before shaping the prototype of this sword, then spent another twenty thousand years tempering it over and over before it could withstand my Sword Qi."
"The fact that your punch could leave a fist mark on it proves that your Blazing Flame Great Dao has indeed been cultivated to a certain level of purity."
Yan Wuji raised a brow at those words.
"You've made me curious."
"You said that sword of yours was forged from the spine of a primordial creature?"
"Is that thing hard?"
"Hard."
"How hard?"
"When I strike the sword body with a full-force slash, it only leaves a white mark."
Yan Wuji's eyes widened.
"A full-force slash only leaves a white mark? Then that strike you used on my Qilin just now..."
Xiao Xuan gave a slight nod.
"Thirty percent."
Yan Wuji froze for an instant.
Then he threw back his head and burst into laughter that echoed across the entire Arena.
"Good! Then let's keep testing it."
Before his laughter had faded, his right fist had already shot out again.