Ye Guan and Gu Hao moved so fast that the lurkers in the shadows squinted to track them down.

Clang! 

The Path Sword shattered the saber in Gu Hao’s hand.

There was a burst of dazzling light as the Path Sword pierced Gu Hao’s forehead. 

Gu Hao froze in mid-air, and Ye Guan reappeared behind him. By the time he reappeared, he was already holding a sword made out of sword energy. 

He had moved as fast as lightning, and his sleight of hand was so smooth that most of the onlookers didn’t notice Ye Guan changing his sword.

However, there was a low chance that any of the lurkers in the shadows would recognize the Path Sword, even if Ye Guan hadn’t switched it out. After all, only a few people managed to live to see another day upon witnessing the Path Sword’s might for themselves, and most of them had already died long ago at this point.

The onlookers were dumbfounded by the result. How did he do it? 

The unrivaled spearman, Jiang Fan, stared at Ye Guan with a somber look.

Ye Guan approached Gu Hao. Surprisingly, he was still alive. 

Gu Hao’s voice was trembling as he stammered, “Y-y-you used a different sword!” 

Ye Guan wordlessly collected Gu Hao’s storage ring. 

He inspected it and saw more than ten million gold spiritual crystals and...