"Look at the fourth arena—Xue Qingming is facing Mo Ze."
"I knew it. There was bound to be a battle between those two."
Hearing some of the discussions around them, those nearby who did not understand asked curiously.
"What grudge do those two have?"
"Xue Qingming killed Mo Ze's father. What do you think—how deep is that grudge?"
"No way, it's that serious?"
"It was actually a misunderstanding. Back then, Xue Qingming accepted a sect mission to investigate some strange incidents in Mo Family Village.
He later discovered that the source of it all was the village chief of Mo Family Village, who had been secretly stirring up trouble.
So Xue Qingming killed the chief. Only afterward did he learn that the chief of Mo Family Village was Mo Ze's father.
Although the sect had tried to mediate between them, the two had still forged a blood feud."
Ignoring the surrounding discussions, Xue Qingming and Mo Ze stood facing each other from afar on the fourth arena.
One held a sword, while the other gripped a giant axe.
"Come, Xue Qingming. My sword has no eyes," Mo Ze said coldly.
"Stop living in the memories of the past. That pain will only become shackles on your path of martial arts," Xue Qingming said with a shaking head and a sigh.
"Cut the crap. I don't need you to teach me how to do things," Mo Ze replied flatly, then charged forward with his sword.
Xue Qingming remained calm. He swung the giant axe in his hand and clashed with Mo Ze.
Axe and sword collided, waves of air spreading around them.
Explosions rang out with booming thunder.
"Sword Chaos Thirteen!" Mo Ze cried softly.
White spiritual energy coiled around his blade. The longsword trembled, transforming into thirteen afterimages that shot