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"A Titled Douluo"
Fang Xuan was terrified. He could feel the monstrous killing intent, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
He had once felt this kind of monstrous killing intent from Dugu Bo, so it had left a deep impression on him. He immediately realized that it was coming from a Titled Douluo.
What's going on?
Why is a Titled Douluo here?
He cast his bewildered gaze forward, and a grey figure gradually appeared in front of him.
This was an old man in his sixties. He wore a high crown and a wide belt. He was dressed in a red robe. The terrifying killing intent that resembled that of a ferocious beast came from this red-robed old man.
A Titled Douluo.
He was a Titled Douluo.
Fang Xuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva as cold sweat dripped down from his forehead. Under such a terrifying murderous aura, he dared not even breathe loudly.
Beside the red-robed old man was a dozen young men in their twenties.
They were all Soul Masters, and although their auras weren't as terrifying as the red-robed old man's, they were still very powerful.
"A group of Soul Ancestors!!!"
Fang Xuan's eyelids twitched. This group of people was all Soul Ancestors and one or two of them were even stronger than that. They were probably five-ringed Soul Kings. No wonder they were led by a Titled Douluo. Even the soldiers were Soul Ancestors. They were terrifyingly strong.
The red-robed old man was the leader of this group. They surrounded the old blacksmith shop so tightly that not even a fly could escape.
In the center of this encirclement was the old man with disheveled hair. He was still immersed in his forging as if he didn't even notice that he was surrounded.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The hammer smashed into the unformed metal, causing sparks to fly.
The dim room flickered, and the clear sound of metal colliding was especially ear-piercing in this deathly silent atmosphere.
Hey, hey, hey! What's going on?!
Fang Xuan gritted his teeth. Looking at this room full of powerful people, he felt as if he had accidentally walked into a wolf's den. He didn't dare to act rashly, so he stayed where he was without making a sound.
Two hours, four hours … Time passed quietly, but the dozen or so peerless experts in the room didn't say a word or move. They all maintained their silence as if they were waiting for something.
Crazy 'Ole was the only one in the old Smithy who was focused on forging weapons.
They waited for a full six hours until the wee hours of the morning.
"It's about time"
The red-robed elder stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His cold eyes fell on the black sword in Crazy 'Ole's hand. "This sword… is very good!"
A gratified smile appeared on Crazy 'Ole's wrinkled face as he received Praise from a Titled Douluo. He caressed the pitch-black, yet extremely sharp black blade with a hint of tenderness.
"Yes, this is the best sword I've made in all these years!" Crazy 'Ole said with satisfaction.
"It seems that it has already surpassed ordinary essence blades!" The red-robed old man said.
"That's right!" Crazy 'Ole's smile widened.
"But it's still an ordinary weapon!" The red-robed old man said coldly. Crazy 'Ole was silent.
"Don't tell me you want to forge a Divine Weapon?" The red-robed old man stared coldly at Crazy 'Ole with a contemptuous smile.
"How can mere mortals like us possibly forge a Divine Weapon even if we exhaust all our strength? That's a supreme weapon that only gods above level 100 are qualified to possess!"
"Indeed, for ten whole years, I haven't been able to forge a divine weapon. Today's sword is the best, I've made in the past ten years!"
Crazy 'Ole raised the pitch-black sword and said, "This sword is called Black Sword, Void Breaker"
'Black sword, Void Breaker'
Fang Xuan's heart skipped a beat. He stared at the black sword with excitement and desire surging in his eyes.
Good sword!
Peerless sword!
As a swordsman, Fang Xuan was very familiar with swords. He could tell at a glance that the black sword, Void Breaker, that Crazy 'Ole had just forged was very powerful.
In terms of quality, it was even better than his white sword, Shadowless!
"Little Crazy, you've come at a bad time. I have guests here tonight."
Crazy 'Ole raised his head and glanced at Fang Xuan at the door.
"Well, I think so too. I'm sorry to disturb you two old friends. You can continue chatting. I'll leave first, Goodbye"
Fang Xuan smiled at the crowd and waved his small hand. He was prepared to slip away immediately.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The next moment, two black shadows flashed. Two indifferent men flashed across the void like lightning and appeared in front of Fang Xuan in an instant, blocking his way.
Four dazzling soul rings — yellow, yellow, purple, and purple — surfaced from their bodies. The tyrannical aura of a Soul Ancestor was unleashed, and like a hurricane, it pressed down on Fang Xuan.
"Tch"
Fang Xuan couldn't help but frown. He knew that he couldn't sneak away. He carefully sensed the aura of these two Soul Ancestors. The soul power surging from their bodies was unusually strong. They were probably at least Rank 48.
These guys were all high-level Soul Ancestors. Their soul power was even stronger than Fang Xuan's.
"Since you're here, don't leave …"
The red-robed elder's words entered Fang Xuan's ears. Fang Xuan's expression immediately turned very grim. He didn't know how lucky he was to have met a Titled Douluo the moment he stepped out.
"Alright, I've been waiting for you to complete this sword for the sake of our decades of friendship. That's enough, isn't it?"
The red-robed old man stared coldly at Crazy 'Ole. "I believe that this black sword, Void Breaker, will be passed down through the ages. It will be the best work of the Blade Douluo"
Crazy 'Ole's grey hair draped over his shoulders. His eyes were as deep as the starry sky. "Then I'll count on your auspicious words, Blood Douluo!"
Before he could finish speaking, the two of them were like two erupting volcanoes. Their Soul force erupted and a terrifying killing intent nearly materialized. They tore the old blacksmith's shop to shreds.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, black, black. Nine brilliant soul rings rose from beneath the red-robed old man's feet.
Their resplendent light illuminated the pitch-black sky.
At the same time, Crazy 'Ole's grey hair danced in the wind. His deep eyes shone with a brilliant light. Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black. Nine soul rings, identical to the red-robed old man's, emerged from his body.
"Two … Titled Douluo."
Fang Xuan turned pale with fright.
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