At the moment the two swordsmen gripped their blades,
the world within the courtyard seemed to transform into a realm of swords.
All the onlookers inexplicably felt a heavy pressure weighing on their spirits,
as if sensing the collision of two more formidable and mighty souls, their auras crushing down, rendering them speechless, only able to stare with wide eyes.
Jiang Dali's saber weighed two-hundred and thirty-two jin, two liang, three qian. It extended six feet in length and one foot in width, resembling a small door panel when held in hand.
For an ordinary person to fight Demonic Saber Ding Peng with such a heavy blade was akin to seeking death.
Because the saber was too heavy.
Even if one could lift it, in the brief moment before swinging, they might already be hacked by Ding Peng a dozen times, cut into dozens of pieces, body and head severed.
