The shock in the imperial palace did not last long before the result emerged... Nie Yun made his move!
Woooooo!
A Ghost Head Saber flew through the air with a mournful wail.
Although swordsmanship was Nie Yun's greatest specialty, with the Martial Dao Master Talent, he could wield other weapons as easily as lifting a hand, and they were just as terrifying. This Ghost Head Saber had been obtained in the God's Relic. It was a peak Chaos Divine Weapon, not much inferior to the Cold Sun Sword or Zhi Qiu Sword. Though it lagged far behind weapons such as the Territory Map, it was more than enough to deal with these people!
Swords prized agility, sabers prized weight. The Ghost Head Saber rolled and danced in Nie Yun's hands as though he had trained with it for hundreds of millions of years. Whether chopping, thrusting, slashing, shaving, cutting, or sweeping upward... everything came effortlessly, without the slightest trace of unfamiliarity, carrying a peculiar beauty.
"Excellent saber technique!"
The Qianxue Emperor praised him.
Originally, he had wondered whether this youth might be Nie Yun in Disguise. But upon seeing this saber technique, all his doubts vanished.
Sabers and swords were not merely different—they carried entirely opposing flavors. He had personally witnessed Nie Yun's swordsmanship, which had reached the absolute pinnacle of the sword. A person like that must have steeped his entire life in swordsmanship, with no energy left to study other weapons. Yet this man's saber technique was in no way inferior to Nie Yun's swordsmanship from back then. Such saber mastery could only be achieved after who knew how many years of cultivation. This proved that the two were not the same person. Every foot had its shortness, every inch its strength; no matter how talented someone was,