Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
Xiao Chen peered through the flames, looking past them. What he focused on more was the sword blade giving off scarlet light.
The sword blade looked alive as it pulsated with a scarlet light that looked like blood flowing in the veins, giving the impression that the sword was alive rather than an inanimate object.
Xiao Chen could not help thinking about the previous owner of this sword, the Blood Sword Sovereign, the legendary Martial Emperor who was even more illustrious than the Thunder Fire Sovereign in the Black Sea.
The ritual had already begun. Many swordsmiths with bared torsos and grave expressions gathered around the large formation. Clumps of golden flame danced around in all of their hands.
These were the flames that these grandmaster forgers had nurtured throughout their lives, extremely precious flames that were used specially to forge Spirit Weapons.
At Fei Lengyi’s command, every swordsmith formed profound hand seals and sent in their flames into the nodes of the formation.
In that instant, the colorful luminous formation, made of all sorts of divine materials and built on a foundation of Black Patterned Gold, quickly took flame, accompanied by a lot of crackling noise.
Given the divine materials’ toughness, only such flames could ignite them. Several of the quasi-Emperors watching could not help feeling a pang in their hearts.
The light from the flames looked very pleasing to the eye. However, the things burning up were not waste paper but divine materials worth a humongous amount of Black Astral Coins, equivalent to the wealth of an ordinary Martial Emperor.
Even Xiao Chen felt heartache for this Manor Lord. Even he did not have the courage to watch with an unflinching expression as these divine materials burned.
As the flames raged, the divine materials melted into a crystalline liquid that flowed around in the formation, following a path laid out long ago, surging towards the flaming altar in the middle.
Expressions of anxiety showed clearly on the grandmaster swordsmiths. They did not dare to be
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