The first wave of offense from Sword Saint and the saber ancestor returned without any success, unable to injure Fire Ancestor.

They weren’t too surprised either by this since this wasn’t their first fight. They had a clear understanding of their foe’s power.

“Clank.” Sword Saint unsheathed his weapon. The blade looked ordinary without any frightening sword intent or blinding glint.

Alas, he seemed to be wielding all the sword dao in this world in his hand - whether it be the heavy sword, quick-draw, or myriad sword dao… As long...