The instant the twin Yin-Yang Dragon Souls entered the blade, dazzling rosy light shot into the heavens, visible throughout the entire Demon Suppression Division.
Inside the council hall, Pei Yuerong abruptly shoved open the window and fixed his gaze on the direction where the radiant light converged.
"What an overbearing Spirit Weapon aura! So the earth has been trembling these past days because the Forging Workshop has been forging a top-tier Spirit Weapon!"
As a direct descendant of the Pei Family, Pei Yuerong had once carried a top-tier Spirit Weapon in his younger days. But in a great battle three years ago, his weapon had been destroyed. Since then, he had only possessed an ordinary Spirit Weapon that was barely usable, and it had never sat well in his hand.
Over the past three years, he had repeatedly visited Luo Zhenyuan and begged him to reforge a weapon for him, only to be put off each time by that old fellow's excuse of an injured arm. He had never expected such a peerless Spirit Weapon to emerge today!
"Judging by its tyrannical, chilling aura, it must be a blade! This blade is perfect for me!"
Pei Yuerong's heart churned. He made his decision at once, draped himself in a black cloak woven with gold, and raced toward the Forging Workshop in a great bustle, accompanied by a squad of elite guards.
Inside the Forging Workshop, the heatwave had yet to disperse.
Chu Feng tightly gripped the long handle forged from a branch of the Nine-Flame Blood Spirit Tree. The blade's temperature, still thousands of degrees high, had not fully cooled, and it scorched his tough skin until it split inch by inch.
Thick essence blood, heavy as lead and mercury, slowly flowed down the blade and dripped onto its dark-golden