Xu Zimo's opponent was Yan Dao.
True to his name, he held a linked saber in his hand.
Saber intent crisscrossed around his body.
Simply standing there, he seemed like a sharp blade towering between heaven and earth.
His edge was fully bared, making others afraid to look directly at him.
He wore a purple robe. When he saw Xu Zimo enter, he instantly opened his eyes.
A murderous chill surged through heaven and earth.
Xu Zimo yawned and looked at him indifferently.
"The match begins!" a referee below shouted.
The moment his words fell, a sharp saber aura shot into the sky.
It slashed directly toward Xu Zimo.
"That's the Yan Family Saber Technique," someone below who recognized it said.
"I heard the Yan family once produced a Great Emperor.
After this saber technique was created by the Yan family's first ancestor, it was later refined by that Great Emperor.
It is likely already an Emperor-level saber technique," someone praised.
Having the shade of one's ancestors was indeed a good thing.
The saber cleaved heaven and earth, shattered the void, and transformed into countless saber shadows that surrounded Xu Zimo.
"Using a saber before me?" Xu Zimo smiled.
He spread open his right hand, and powerful saber aura burst forth.
Yan Dao's saber aura seemed to have encountered a king, obediently circling around Xu Zimo instead.
Yan Dao's expression changed slightly. He tried to control his own saber aura, only to find that it did not respond at all.
"Perhaps there are people in this world qualified to wield a saber before me.
But you are definitely not among them," Xu Zimo said, waving his hand.
It was as though ten thousand sabers had emerged at once.
Nearly all the saber aura erupted forth.
For a moment, the entire