A long saber fell into his palm, and as Spiritual Power poured into it, a piercing blade light emerged, sending chills down one's spine.
Upon seeing the long saber, Zhai Anping's brow twitched.
Previously, it had been in his attempts to snatch that saber that he discovered Ning Fan's identity.
And it was precisely because of Ning Fan's identity that he almost got killed on the spot.
Now, seeing that saber again, the fear of almost being slaughtered resurfaced in his heart.
"Great Elder! Strike quickly and suppress this youngster!"
The Great Elder paid no heed to his young master's words, instead keeping a wary eye on the long saber in Ning Fan's hand.
"Ning Potian's Magic Artifact from the past... let this old man see how much of your father's might you can unleash!"
As he spoke, the Great Elder flipped his right hand, and Spiritual Power condensed into a long spear in his palm.
Grasping the spear, his presence peaked at that moment.
"Die!"
