"Divine Knife Luo Wushuang's arm was cut off by you?"
Everyone in the surroundings found it extremely preposterous. Even the most stable Shu Yao couldn't help bursting into laughter. "Senior Brother Qin who threshes the grains, just focus your mind on forging."
Qin Mu looked away, but his expression became strangely serious. Suddenly, Yu He, Huang Yue, Shu Yao, Sang Hua, and the rest moved a step away from Qin Mu, bewildered.
For that instant, they felt that this youth forging beside them had suddenly become a sword that was about to be unsheathed. Light rays had been about to burst forth in all directions. His acute spirit was threatening, but it was left in the sword sheath without being drawn.
The youth had moved because of natural instinct, avoiding a terrifying fighting spirit and murderous intent.
Clang, clang.
The sound of metal being beaten rang out as Qin Mu went back to the smelting table, focusing on hammering his flying swords.
