Tang Zhen sneered as he looked at the ten plus participants with fiendish expressions. He took out a talisman-like item from his pocket and gently patted it on the battle blade in his hand.
"Swish!"
The moment the talisman touched the saber, the saber trembled violently as if it was going to explode.
At the same time, light bloomed from the talisman and covered the blade like flowing water.
Then, a dragon-like cry was heard. The battle saber, which was only made by a mortal craftsman, suddenly burst out with a fierce aura that made people tremble.
Just as the other participants were still in shock, Tang Zhen had already slashed out his blade, slashing towards the participant closest to him.
The blade flashed past, and the trial-taker's body suddenly split open, blood spraying out.
After struggling a few times on the ground, the trial-taker's legs gave way, and he was completely dead.
