The long sword was covered in rust stains and the magic saber seemed to be made of pieces of broken iron, like the collection of a beggar. There would be ridicule if it were someone else. However, in Ding Hao’s hands, they exhibited a mysterious power, which made all of those present tremble inside.

A strange power was spread out from Ding Hao’s body, right at the moment when the saber and the sword appeared.

That power was not overwhelming, but it was stable as a boulder and immutable like a mainstay. In the Qi vortex released by Mu Tianyang, Ding Hao was like an eternal pillar between heaven and earth. He remained steady with ease.

Someone cried out in amazement, “This power… is also at the Royal level?”

There were too many speculations about Ding Hao’s strength in Snow Province. Some said that Ding Hao had been invincible for a long time, while others said that Ding Hao was actually very weak. At this moment, all the mysteries had been dispelled, when Ding Hao showed the aura that was peerless in the Snow Province’s martial arts world.

The momentum of the two geniuses was rising, bit by bit.

Everyone felt the intensity on the two peaks of the Frozen Peak.

Seeing that a fierce battle was about to begin, everyone was holding their breaths and trembling with excitement. This was definitely the most legendary battle in thousands of years in the Snow Province. In an intense atmosphere, everyone was waiting for the coming of the earth-shattering blow.

Right at this moment, a sudden change took place…

“Hahahaha, you two pitiful stepping stones are here. Very good. You save me the trouble of looking for you everywhere.”

A condescending voice rose in the void without warning.

In the sky above the twin peaks, a mass of light as thick as blood suddenly flashed in the void. Five figures emerged from the light. The leader wore a white robe, with a long sword hanging on his waist. With his hands behind his back, he looked down at Mu Tianyang and Ding Hao from above. Who else could it be but the famous Saint Son of Falling Star?

Behind the Saint Son of Falling Star were the four arrogant sinister old servants with white hair.

“Clang!”

Mu Tianyang returned the sword to its sheath.

With a flash of light between Ding Hao’s fingers, the rusted sword and the magic saber had also disappeared.

The two geniuses had accumulated their momentum to fight against fatal enemies, for which they had mobilized almost all their strength and energy. But obviously, neither Mu Tianyang nor Ding Hao considered the Saint Son of Falling Star worthy of being treated seriously. They instantly withdrew their momentum, and the earth-shattering battle was suspended.

The Saint Son of Falling Star floated in the void, his whole body surging with a strong aura.

With undisguised pride and arrogance on his face, he laughed and said, “It’s a perfect challenge. Speaking of which, I have to thank you two. The Battle of Frozen Peak is such a grand event that has attracted so many martial arts masters. Hahaha, how can you two frogs in a well deserve such grandeur? This is fate. Today is a perfect opportunity for me to make a name.”

Mu Tianyang acted as if nothing had happened. He didn’t even look at the Saint Son of Falling Star.

His eyes, unfocused, glanced across the void towards the ice peak where Xie Jieyu stood, and then he looked at the sky in the distance. No one knew what he was thinking.

From beginning to end, he didn’t take the Saint Son of Falling Star seriously. He was like a dragon soaring to the Ninth Heaven and would never care about a wild dog’s provocation.

Ding Hao raised his head and looked at the Saint Son of Falling Star.

That man was vicious, willing to use all means to achieve his goal. In the past, they had deep hatred against each other and Ding Hao had sworn to kill him. This time, after he came out of the Sage Battlefield, Ding Hao had no time to deal with him. He didn’t expect that the Saint Son of Falling Star would appear, seeking death on his own accord…

At this time, the Saint Son of Falling Star also looked over.

There was a playful look on his face.

“Haha, Ding Hao, very unexpected, right? You made up ridiculous lies to boast about your achievements in the Sage Battlefield. Tsk, tsk, you are pitiful, trying to gain fame and fortune this way…” The Saint Son of Falling Star stood in the void and looked down at Ding Hao from above. He laughed loudly and said, “I have fought in the Sage Battlefield for thousands of miles and have seen hundreds of geniuses and warriors from other sects, but no one has ever mentioned your name, let alone your ridiculous achievements.”

The Saint Son of Falling Star thought that he was sure to win, so he wasn’t in a hurry to take action.

He wanted to uncover Ding Hao’s hypocritical lies in front of everyone and deeply humiliate him.

He wanted to enjoy the feeling of being in charge of everything. It was the absolute and perfect enjoyment for him to expose the claimed legendary record and see Ding Hao make a fool of himself in public.

Unfortunately, the proud Saint Son of Falling Star didn’t notice that many experts from foreign provinces were looking at him as if he were a clown.

A funny feeling rose in Ding Hao’s heart. He couldn’t help but laugh and say, “Fighting for thousands of miles? Haha, what a great and vast distance. But do you really know how large the Sage Battlefield is?”

The Saint Son of Falling Star was stunned for a moment and then burst out laughing uncontrollably. “What? Are you implying that the Sage Battlefield is of a vast expanse and you made your achievements in a distant place, so I wouldn’t know? This explanation is too childish.”

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Ding Hao shook his head and sighed. “How could there be such an ignorant idiot like you?”

A mysterious old servant with white hair shouted in a sinister manner, “Stop it. Lowly man, how dare to disrespect our young master!”

The smile on Ding Hao’s face suddenly disappeared, and he looked indifferent. He raised his hand and pointed with one finger.

Swoosh!

A ray of sharp sword Qi as bright as mercury shot out from Ding Hao’s fingers. Like lightning in the darkness, it flashed and pierced into the body of this mysterious old servant. With a bang, he turned into a cloud of blood fog.

“You reckless fool, how dare you to be so arrogant in the Snow Province.”

Ding Hao slowly withdrew his fingers as if he had pressed an ant to death.

That was just a flash of sword light, but it made everyone’s hearts beat faster.

It was the first move that Ding Hao had made that day.

Many of the martial artists in the Snow Province failed to see what had happened. They just vaguely noticed that Ding Hao had made a finger gesture and the vicious white-haired old servant, who had killed countless martial artists in the Snow Province, was turned into a cloud of blood fog.

It was like a divine art.

It was at this moment that many of the martial artists of Snow Province felt a burst of uncontrollable relief.

“Good job.”

This mysterious white-haired old servant had been ruthless. During those days, he had killed a lot of martial artists in Snow Province. Not many people were his match so they had not dared to speak out. It was relieving to see him explode with their own eyes.

The other mysterious white-haired old servant was stunned for a moment, but then shouted angrily, “You… What demon trick did you use to kill my Senior Brother?”

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Ding Hao laughed out loud, with undisguised sarcasm and contempt.

“Demon trick? How pitiful. If Snow Province had not fallen into chaos and I had no time to deal with him, how could you, a few clowns, act so arrogantly today?” Speaking of this, Ding Hao looked at the surprised Saint Son of Falling Star, and said, “The Sage Battlefield is so big that it is boundless, no smaller than the Northern Region. Because it is a broken world, you only went through thousands of miles, so how dare you say that you have outcompeted others in the Sage Battlefield? Do you know the giant city of the Highest Heaven? The Eight Forbidden Lands and the ancient westbound road? The Sapphire Ancient Tablet? The Fake God City? The divine fire of the altar?”

Ding Hao asked more than a dozen questions in a row.

The Saint Son of Falling Star was confused.

He was immediately disadvantaged. Feeling overwhelmed, he blushed and couldn’t say a word.

“Hahaha, you don’t know that. You know nothing at all, but you dare to mislead the crowd. How pitiful. It’s a waste to let a person like you get a place on the Sage Battlefield.” Speaking of this, Ding Hao’s tone suddenly became fierce and he scolded angrily, “Once having made some achievement, you lead the demons of the foreign provinces to kill the martial artists of our province. You are despicable. I will waste no more time talking to you. Come here and claim your death!”

“You… you… you’re courting death! You’re dead! I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you!” The Saint Son of Falling Star was furious, and his whole body was surging with an extremely powerful aura.

With a clang, he pulled out the long sword at his waist and chopped down.

A huge sword light came out of the long sword and turned into a 100-meter-long shadow of a giant sword in the air. Like a ray of light, it cut down with unstoppable momentum and separated the airflow. The air on both sides of the blade rolled like a hurricane. The huge silver sword shadow seemed to be about to cut the Frozen Peak into two pieces.

The power of this sword was terrifying.

The faces of all the warriors of Snow Province who were watching the battle changed.

In the past ten days, the Saint Son Falling Star had killed many people. He had shown a strength that was beyond the knowledge of the martial artists in the Snow Province. Just like this sword move, it contained a power so strong that it seemed as if God were wielding a sword and cutting from the sky. He probably had reached Martial Royal Realm. An ordinary expert could be defenseless in the face of such attack.

What a terrifying sword technique!

Some people had begun to worry about Ding Hao.

At that moment, something strange happened again—

Swoosh!

A shrill whistling sound broke through the air. A light yellow arrow cut through the sky like lightning and arrived in an instant.

There was a loud boom.

The pale yellow arrow light arrived first and struck at the shadow of the giant sword like a steel hammer hitting a rotten wooden stick. The shadow, which was visible to the naked eye, seemed to be destructive but failed to withstand a single blow. It broke into pieces and dissipated in the void.