Huang Xiao had not expected this sudden change either.
But he quickly recovered. The Grand Formation was about to break, and the Minghong Saber seemed to have regained some of its sentience.
Otherwise, these flames probably could not have appeared on their own.
At that thought, how could Huang Xiao let such a fine opportunity slip away? He swiftly gathered his internal power into his fist and hammered it toward Xiang Guiqing's chest.
However, Huang Xiao's punch was still a little too slow. Xiang Guiqing quickly released his grip on the Minghong Saber and shot backward.
Once Xiang Guiqing had retreated more than twenty feet, he kept shaking his burning hand while frantically using the true qi within him to force the flames' aura out of his hand.
The flames soon went out, but Xiang Guiqing's hand had turned red and cracked, with quite a few blisters on it. It had clearly suffered serious burns.
"What a fine saber!" Xiang Guiqing said, staring at the Minghong Saber in Huang Xiao's hand. "I never imagined this imitation of the Supreme Demon Saber would have such a miraculous feature. It must be a divine weapon in its own right. Imitations like this are rare. You really do have quite a background."
Xiang Guiqing had now experienced something of the Minghong Saber's power. In his view, Huang Xiao's Imitation Saber must be different from ordinary imitations.
Pang Yi had also carried an Imitation Saber like this back then. Though it had been good, it still seemed somewhat inferior to Huang Xiao's.
Of course he knew about the Demon Hall's five Imitation Sabers. He had only heard of their power; really, it was all Jianghu rumor.
Perhaps their power could not rival those ancient divine weapons, but they would not fall far short.
And