"Boom!"
The ink-colored blade tore through the air with a deafening roar, like mountains collapsing and the earth splitting apart. Its dark radiance carried an indescribable weight. For some reason, this fourth heavenly origin martial artist from the Blood Lotus Cult recognized Xu Yang but knew nothing about his high-grade spirit weapon. He had taken no precautions whatsoever against the saber on Xu Yang's back.
Only when the saber left its sheath and its ink-colored blade swept out, unleashing the power of a high-grade spirit weapon like a collapsing mountain and a raging tsunami, did he realize that Xu Yang's Ink-Colored Saber was no ordinary spirit weapon. It was a high-grade spirit weapon used only by martial artists at the seventh heavenly origin or above. Horror and shock flashed through his eyes. He wanted to retreat, but it was already too late. If he withdrew his saber now, he would have to take Xu Yang's attack with his body.
Gritting his teeth, he could only pour more power into his weapon and hope it could withstand a blow from a high-grade spirit weapon.
"Squelch!"
The two sabers collided, but there was no crisp clang of metal. The ink-colored blade sliced effortlessly through the saber light, sweeping past as though cutting tofu. Empowered by a fourth heavenly origin martial artist, the low-grade spirit weapon was still severed in a single stroke. It broke into two pieces, its spirituality scattered in an instant, as though it had become ordinary iron.
The Blood Lotus Cult's fourth heavenly origin martial artist stared with bulging eyes, a chill racing up his spine. He knew how terrifying high-grade spirit weapons were, but he had never imagined they could be this terrifying, cutting through low-grade spirit weapons like tofu.
He wanted to retreat, but they were already