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The long sword hung in Yan Zonghan's hand, its dark purple blade adorned with crackling, bluish-white lightning patterns.

The dragon-headed sword guard opened and closed slightly like a living creature, and with each opening and closing, a wisp of grayish-white killing intent overflowed from the dragon's mouth.

The entire Wangjing Plain was suffocated by this sudden, murderous aura.

No one expected that Yan Zonghan actually had a sword.

Moreover, the sword's aura was in no way weaker than the previous Seven Kill Blade.

It hung in Yan Zonghan's palm, its purplish-black blade reflecting the sunlight like a frozen bolt of lightning.

The light wasn't dazzling, but it was so bright that people dared not look directly at it.

An old master suddenly sat up straight, stared at the sword for several seconds, and then squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth, "A second one? He actually has a second one?"

"impossible!"

A grandmaster in a gray robe immediately retorted, "A natal weapon is formed by refining and fusing one's own true energy with a divine weapon; a person can only possess one!"

"But the oppressive aura of that sword is clearly comparable to that of the Seven Kill Blade."

"The fact that the pressure is comparable does not mean that it is a natal weapon. Perhaps it has only been activated by Yan Zonghan using a secret method and has temporarily reached the level of a natal weapon."

"Temporarily achieved? This is exactly the same as the Seven Killings Blade!"

No one on the scene objected, because the aura emanating from that purplish-blue longsword could be felt by everyone even from a hundred meters away.

This is definitely not something that can be achieved through some so-called secret technique.

"Two natal weapons... If there really are two, then Yan Zonghan's true strength is probably more terrifying than any of us thought."

On the Jin family's side, Jin Shouye was the first to become restless. He turned to Gu Changfeng and asked, "Mr. Gu, what exactly is going on?"

Gu Changfeng did not answer immediately, his gaze fixed on the purplish-blue longsword in Yan Zonghan's hand, and he sighed after a long while.

"That is the Po Jun Sword, the second natal weapon that Brother Yan has condensed with all his effort and time."

Jin Jiucheng sat in the grand chair, his eyes, which had been half-closed, finally opened completely. "Back then, he asked me to collect all the divine weapons in the world, and in the end, he chose four famous swords from them. Could it be that he was there at that time..."

Gu Changfeng nodded. "That's right. The foundation of the Po Jun Sword is forged from those four famous swords. Apart from me, almost no one knows this."

Jin Shouye was stunned for a moment, then the fear on his face quickly turned into ecstatic joy. "Doesn't that mean the Grand Elder had been hiding this trump card from the very beginning?"

"You could say that."

Jin Chenglie, who was standing behind, couldn't hold back any longer. "What can Chu Nan use to fight now? The Grand Elder has even drawn his Breaking Army Sword. He's doomed! He's absolutely doomed this time!"

Jin Shouzhen also let out a long sigh of relief. "One Seven Kill Blade was enough to keep that kid going, and now there's another Broken Army Sword, ha..."

"Great Offering, invincible!"

One of the collateral relatives shouted it out directly.

Several people nearby echoed him, their voices so loud that even the audience in front turned around to look.

Jin Jiucheng didn't speak, but he was indeed nervous when Chu Nan pushed Yan Zonghan to that point.

Now that the Po Jun Sword is out, I can finally relax completely.

Two natal weapons, one of a kind in the world, he didn't believe Chu Nan could find them cheap.

Gu Changfeng was the only one who didn't laugh. He had thought that Chu Nan was only a late-stage Grandmaster.

Reaching that level at just over twenty years old is already an unprecedented feat, a prodigy throughout history.

Chu Nan not only reached the later stage, but also forced Yan Zonghan, who was already at the peak of the Grandmaster level, to condense the Po Jun Sword, his second natal weapon.

What does this mean?

This means that Chu Nan's strength is at least at the peak of the Grandmaster level!

The atmosphere on Jiang Yingxue's side was much more somber than that of the Jin family.

Xia Wantang didn't know what a natal weapon was, nor did she know what the Po Jun Sword meant, but she could read people's expressions.

The Jin family members had just been acting as if their fathers had died, but now they suddenly seemed to have come back to life.

This shows that the sword was a sure-win card for them.

Before Xia Wantang could finish her thought, Jiang Yingxue asked, "Uncle Wen, that sword..."

Wenbo is a martial arts master, whose eyesight far surpasses that of ordinary superhumans, but he has hardly ever seen a natal weapon in his life.

He could feel the oppressive aura emanating from the purplish-blue longsword, which was in no way weaker than the Seven Kill Blade, but he dared not draw any conclusions.

"I'm not sure if that's a natal weapon, but one thing I'm sure of is that sword is on the same level as the Seven Kill Blade."

Qian Xinya frowned. "You mean, Yan Zonghan was holding back just now?"

"It's more than just that they held back their strength."

Wenbo smiled wryly and said, "Although we used our natal weapon and killing intent techniques in that exchange just now, it was essentially a mutual probing."

"The moves and power they used were far from reaching the true level of a battle between grandmasters. It could be said that the two of them had been holding back for so long."

Gan Xinya was taken aback. "You fought like that just now... and you haven't reached your true level yet?"

Just as Wenbo was about to answer, Yan Zonghan on the battlefield suddenly looked up and laughed loudly.

The laughter was rough and loud, like a hammer striking an anvil, making everyone present's eardrums buzz.

"Chunan!"

Yan Zonghan gripped his sword, his gray-white true energy intertwined with purple-blue lightning, making him look like a god of death emerging from purgatory. "You are much stronger than I expected. I thought I could finish you off with the Seven Kill Blade, but it seems I was too overconfident."

He paused, his gaze like two knives piercing Chu Nan's face. "I've held nothing back, so don't hold back anymore. Let's officially begin the war."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

"What? That earth-shattering noise just now, wasn't that the official start of the war?"

"According to his logic, just how terrifying would a real war be?"

"I wonder if the protective aura we grandmasters have gathered can withstand it."

While everyone was discussing this, Yan Zonghan made his move.

The Seven Kill Blade slashed horizontally, its dark red patterns suddenly exploding, and a crimson blade aura shot into the sky, condensing in mid-air into a crimson tiger over ten feet tall.

The tiger's entire body was formed from condensed sword energy, its fur burning like flames, each hair like a miniature fire blade, crackling in the air.

With each step it took, a crimson shockwave exploded beneath its claws.

The tiger's eyes were like two blood lamps, and wherever its gaze passed, the air seemed to distort slightly from the heat.

When the tiger's mouth opens, the sharp teeth interlock like saw teeth, and a crimson light thread is drawn between the upper and lower jaws. That light thread is the most condensed part of the sword energy.

With one bite, even the protective true energy of a Grandmaster of the same level would be torn open.

The Po Jun Sword slashed diagonally, and a burst of purple-blue light erupted, transforming into a purple-blue dragon several tens of feet long.

The dragon coiled in mid-air, its scales layered upon each other, each scale resembling a small sword aura, reflecting a dazzling purple-blue cold light under the sunlight.

When the dragon raises its head, its whiskers spread out to the sides like sword blades, each whisker being an independent sword aura that can detach from the dragon's body and attack alone.

When the dragon claws open, the five toes are like five short swords drawn from their sheaths at the same time, and a point of extremely bright purple light gathers on the tips of the claws, which is the core of the sword energy of the Po Jun Sword.

With a flick of its tail, the dragon left a purplish-blue afterimage in the air, which lingered for a long time, like a whip hanging in mid-air.

Purple-blue lightning crackled and flickered around the dragon's body, turning half the sky purple!