From Poison Sand Palm to Martial Sainthood
Chapter 167

Becoming the Eighth Steward

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"This is..."

In the seats beside the Martial Arena, Wei Xian sprang to her feet with a gasp when she saw the nearly ten-foot-long energy blades on Zhao Er's Twin Halberds.

"That's a technique only those in the Meridian Opening Realm can use!"

Guan Rui also shot to his feet on the other side. His eyes fixed on the Twin Halberds in Zhao Er's hands, and he swallowed hard.

"Not only are those energy blades as long as a Meridian Opening Realm martial artist's, their density has reached that level too.

It seems this junior brother of mine is even more gifted than I expected.

I remember that when Senior Brother Wu reached great accomplishment of primordial unity, he could only condense five-foot-long blade aura. And its density was nowhere near that of the Meridian Opening Realm, so its killing power was limited..."

Elsewhere, Steward Li Qi toyed with the Variant Centipede in her hand, watching Zhao Er in the arena with a smile on her lips.

Li Qi had long expected Zhao Er to be powerful. Otherwise, he could never have tamed the Dragonblood Horse. But even she had not imagined his strength could reach such a level.

Cultivation in the Primordial Unity Realm focused on inner force, but condensing inner force relied on various spiritual treasures. Condensing energy blades while still in the Primordial Unity Realm was a feat only geniuses could accomplish.

It required bringing at least one weapon technique normally only available in the fourth realm to perfection, drawing on one's understanding of the cultivation method to stir a trace of the world's energy, and using a Spirit Weapon to channel it. Only then could an energy blade take shape.

But that was all. Since energy blades condensed this way relied on insight into a cultivation

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