At these words, many of the cultivators below who already had little liking for Yang Hong began to jeer.
"You can't use this, you can't use that-what's the point of competing?"
"Yang Hong, if you can't take losing, get down!"
"..."
Xu Taiping, however, looked calmly at Yang Hong and patted the Water-Cutting Blade at his waist.
"Would you like to add another rule?"
Yang Hong first rolled his eyes at the battle generals rebuking him below the platform, then rested his hands on the hilts of the twin sabers at his waist and looked arrogantly at Xu Taiping.
"My grandfather is Blade Emperor Yang Ben! At the same cultivation realm, no one can defeat the twin sabers in my hands!"
Xu Taiping paused, somewhat surprised.
Yang Ben? The blade cultivator who stopped me from taking the Human Sovereign North Wind Spear in Yangxian City back then?
After exchanging a glance with Yang Ben, Xu Taiping murmured inwardly again.
Come to think of it, the blade cultivators of Peerless Nether Heaven really are powerful. Had Senior Blade Ghost not intervened back then, I might truly have been no match for Yang Ben.
As he thought this, Xu Taiping swept his gaze over the group of Peerless Nether Heaven blade cultivators behind Yang Hong, then his expression turned stern.
"In that case, I'll use a blade too."
Compared with winning Yang Hong over, Xu Taiping actually valued the Peerless Nether Heaven blade cultivators behind him more.
On the Heaven-Demon Battlefield, the killing power of blade cultivators in formation surpassed even that of sword cultivators when charging enemy ranks.
What was more, they also possessed the Jueming Demon-Suppressing Army's battle banner.
Yang Ben sneered.
"You're using a blade against me? You'd better think it through!"
Hearing this, Zhu Huai below the platform