A red light flashed, and half a mountain peak a hundred li away silently split apart. Blade intent surged at the break, warping the void like the surface of water, lingering for a long time.
Dead silence filled the valley.
Iron Abyss had lost another few whiskers, and his mouth gaped wide enough to fit a fist.
"This... this blade's power..." Iron Abyss murmured, his eyes filled with horror. "It's definitely at the peak of middle grade. I'm afraid one strike could sever a Spiritual Treasure of the same grade. Truly worthy of the name Dragon-Swallowing. This power of the Law of Fracture is too terrifying!"
Hundred Refinements swallowed. "An ordinary Third-Realm Heavenly Venerate would probably have to use his full strength to withstand the tearing force of the Laws in that strike!"
Fang Mo lowered his blade. The Blood-Red Dragon-Swallowing Blade trembled slightly in his hand, as though it had not had its fill. With a turn of his wrist, the blade became a streak of red light and vanished from his hand.
"Alliance Leader..." Iron Abyss approached, rubbing his hands. He hesitated, a rare blush spreading over his weathered face.
Fang Mo glanced at him and smiled. "Want to learn?"
Iron Abyss froze, then nodded emphatically, his eyes blazing as though he feared Fang Mo might change his mind. "Yes! I want to learn! Just say the word, Alliance Leader. Whatever your conditions, I'll agree!"
Fang Mo brushed nonexistent dust from his hands. "If you want to learn, you can all watch from the sidelines. I won't teach; I'll only forge artifacts. How much you learn will depend on your own fortune!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Alliance Leader, we'll study carefully!"
Iron Abyss rubbed his hands in excitement. How was letting them observe any different from personally instructing them?