Vajra Saint spoke calmly but with an unshakable conviction. The words seemed to be carved in the air.

“Well, let’s see if my blade is sharper or your cauldron is tougher.” Guan Tianba never backed down to anyone.

Vajra Saint’s eyes narrowed and shot out rays. This was akin to being chained and looking up at an executioner with his blade raised. Anyone would be horrified at this moment, ancestors included.

Alas, they couldn’t avert their gaze from a potential battle between Mad Blade and Vajra Saint.

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