Old Man Dry Bones stood atop the Seven Poison Centipede and laughed. "Kid, my Seven Poison Centipede not only has terrifying attack power, its body is covered in poison as well. How are you going to fight it?"
The Seven Poison Centipede's tiny eyes fixed on Xu Zimo. All eight of its massive claws rose, crushing down toward him.
A rumbling roar echoed through the surroundings.
Xu Zimo looked up, and the longsaber in his hand became a streak of blade light as it slashed toward the Seven Poison Centipede.
Though it was merely a casual slash, the saber qi contained within it made hearts tremble.
With a crisp crack, the blade swept past, severing all eight of the Seven Poison Centipede's legs.
The mutated Seven Poison Centipede felt no pain at all. As its eight legs broke off, it collapsed directly onto the ground.
Old Man Dry Bones lost his footing atop it and nearly fell.
"How is this possible?" He stared at the saber in Xu Zimo's hand, unable for a moment to tell whether the man was powerful or the blade was sharp.
"I hope you greet Junior Brother Mu in hell," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
The longsaber in his hand descended once more. The saber intent condensed in this strike suppressed half the sky.
Old Man Dry Bones looked up and saw an immense, awe-inspiring saber intent descending upon him.
"I surrender, I surrender!" Old Man Dry Bones shouted hastily, seeing that he could no longer evade it.
Unfortunately, the saber intent had already fallen, annihilating all the surrounding space, including the Seven Poison Centipede and himself.
As the dust settled, the surroundings fell silent. The spectators seemed to have forgotten even how to discuss it.
"Referee, aren't you going to announce it?" Xu