Wei Chiao was also quite excited. As a martial artist, having a handy weapon could significantly increase his battle power. To forge the weapon he desired, he had expended much effort and paid a heavy price.
Now, with the assistance of Master Su from the Dafeng Iron Cavalry's Casting Department, it seemed that he was finally about to succeed!
In the forging room, Wei Chiao and others held their breath, afraid to disturb Su Changkong.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
With his upper body bare, Su Changkong wielded the hammer, allowing the sparks that sprayed to sting his skin slightly.
"Roar!"
In the wee hours, accompanied by the roar of a demon monster, a gust of demonic wind swept from the forming Monster Wailing Blade. The gust swayed the furnace fire, nearly snuffing it out.
"Hum, hum, hum!"
