Mo Chengfeng's fury caught in his throat, and his brows furrowed.
Aberrant water truly played an immensely important role in weapon forging.
Forging high-grade weapons required not only powerful flames, but also an indispensable quenching process.
The Mo Lineage was famed for weapon forging. It stood at the very pinnacle of the Southern Region and was also the last of the Four Great Clans.
The importance of aberrant water to the Mo Lineage's disciples went without saying.
Most crucially, the Mo Lineage's cultivation method was also inextricably tied to weapon forging.
Not only did they forge weapons, they also used forging methods to temper themselves, gaining terrifying strength beyond compare.
The Mo Lineage possessed no bloodline; all were born ordinary, yet they could stand shoulder to shoulder with heaven's chosen. What they relied on was precisely this unique cultivation method.
This was also the foundation that allowed the Mo Lineage to remain firmly among the top powers.
"Fuck!"
"Aberrant water is important, but is it more important than my life? Xue Feiling, if you want to screw me over, just say it!"
After remaining silent for a long while, Mo Chengfeng suddenly spoke. The aura around him surged, and his gaze turned dangerous.
That was Lin Xuan. Did anyone need to explain just how monstrous Lin Xuan was?
Mo Chengfeng prided himself on being an unparalleled genius, and his Lineage's cultivation art had reached the pinnacle of perfection.
He even had a full set of equipment. Against anyone else, he would not dare say he could beat them to death, but a fifty-fifty fight would be no problem.
But that was Lin Xuan. He had no confidence at all. That man slaughtered Central Region geniuses as though butchering dogs.
Mo Chengfeng was not stupid in the slightest.
"Uh!"
Xue Feiling