His palm reached out, grasping for the Golden War Lance.
The sound of the lance faded away in an instant, with not the slightest resistance.
The dazzling sheen also became submissive at this moment, as if everything was meant to be.
Bang!
His palm grasped the lance.
At this moment, a golden glow enveloped his entire body, making it impossible to look directly at him, brilliantly blinding, just like the Golden War Lance in his hand, sharp and exposed.
"This lance, very good."
Deep words came from within the radiance.
They made the hearts of all Divine Soldiers Valley disciples who had followed relax, as the forging of the weapon had succeeded.
"Does the lance have a name?"
"Since it is Your Majesty's weapon, naturally Your Majesty should name it."
Liang Hui caressed the lance in his palm, feeling the joy emanating from the weapon.
'Crimson Peak?'
This thought was cut off the moment it appeared, too inauspicious.
Then, he pondered anew.
After a short while.
