"Woosh…"
The military saber was swung gently and left a beautiful trace in the air.
On the other hand, an ear-piercing sound of friction was heard coming from the thick and solid bench that was right in front of everyone.
Ou Yangming kicked upward once the saber-light went away, then the tall bench cracked and fell as two halves.
"Nice, nice saber!" The faces of the Ni family's Three Great Ancestors changed a little as they were shocked.
Given the martial arts state of the great ancestors, it no longer made a huge difference if their enemy had a weapon or not because they had already tempered their bodies to be unafraid of sabers or spears.
Unless they were faced with a sharp weapon at the peak of Fine Grade Rank Five, which also belonged to an equal-ranked powerhouse, they would normally not be scared.
Nonetheless, after seeing the military saber, the great ancestors experienced an unusual feeling.
