‘It really is an age of outstanding heroes,’ Yang Qi thought, sighing as he looked at this Young Master Ling Tian, the Saber Hegemon. He had originally assumed that everyone else would be too terrified to participate in the competition and it would just be himself and Bastard Seacliff fighting each other. But in the end, there were plenty of hidden dragons and crouching tigers on the Ancient Road to the Gods.

Yang Qi could tell that this Young Master Ling Tian had very powerful energy arts, and that he was at one with his incredibly sharp saber.

Most people assumed that the reason Young Master Ling Tian’s saber made one’s eyes feel like they were about to bleed was because it was so sharp. But the truth was that it all came down to Young Master Ling Tian’s psyche and will. They were what formed the razor-sharp edge of the saber, and that was why it was so painful to look at.

The truth was that this saber wasn’t even really a saber. It was a pure expression...