For a moment, gasps rang out without end.
But in the sweltering underground, there was nowhere cool to be found. All they drew into their lungs was scorching, acrid wind...
In the instant it swept past, a thread of mercury so fine it was invisible to the naked eye effortlessly sliced through Lou Feng's hair.
It was truly sharp enough to split a hair.
Most of those present could easily achieve the same effect, but making it this well-concealed was utterly impossible. More importantly, what had just emerged from the furnace was far more than a single strand.
Did not expect Ji Jue to squat beside the furnace for one night and come up with such an outrageous little tool for slaughtering people in enclosed rooms.
For a moment, even the looks they gave Lou Feng became increasingly respectful—did not expect you Embers artisans, normally so refined and respectable-looking, to carry fistfuls of lethal things in your pockets!
What other brilliant piece of work overflowing with world-shaking wisdom were you about to show off?!
Amid those unrealistic expectations, Lou Feng's eye twitched again and again. His gaze swept over the severed ends of the hair before his forehead before he glared furiously at Ji Jue.
That bastard had definitely done it on purpose!
Ji Jue smiled innocently, pretending not to know what had happened.
After a brief period of practice, his movements became increasingly skilled. Liquid mercury flowed and shifted between his opening and closing fingers. Like pulling dough, every time his hands came together and stretched apart again, the mercury threads multiplied while becoming even finer.
In the end, it seemed as though his hands were draped in flowing silver radiance.
As countless fine threads fell and scattered across the ground, their gleam flowed between the strands like rippling