The man on the right suddenly narrowed his eyes, drawing his saber and slashing towards Jiang Chi.

The blade sliced through the air, fast and fierce—this was a Qi Condensation Realm warrior, not someone like Zhao Xiaoqi, a mere small fry.

Jiang Chi sidestepped, the blade grazing his shoulder and cutting through empty air.

He bent down, picking up the long saber from the man who had just died.