Branch Hall, Iron Crystal, Blood Oath Spirit Molding!

Meng Chuan rubbed the halberd shaft, his clothes snapping in the wind as he stepped down from the sky, one step at a time, back onto the ground.

The way he looked down at Yingzhao was filled with sheer delight.

If it were not for the need to reforge it into a fourth-rank weapon, he would have wanted to keep it for himself.

Returning to Yang Zhaoxing's side, he handed Yingzhao back and voiced his thoughts. "Senior, Yingzhao feels wonderfully comfortable to wield, but... it would be even better if it were heavier.

"I've also prepared quite a few materials that can improve its quality. Let's increase it two or three times... no, make it tenfold!

"And one more thing. I hope the crescent blade can be changed from a single ear on the right side to twin ears on either side of the halberd tip, in a form similar to Marquis Wen Lü's Fangtian Halberd."

Yingzhao weighed a full five tons—and ten times that!

Fifty tons... what did that mean?

Heavy trucks, main battle tanks, construction cranes!

The mass of those enormous behemoths, compressed and gathered into a peerless weapon of slaughter.

Wielding such a heavy halberd would be like grabbing an adult gray whale of massive size and swinging it around to smash things.

Fifty tons—how great a strength would one need to wield it perfectly?

Meng Chuan knew his own limits. At present, he definitely could not swing it for long.

But his hard-body cultivation was advancing rapidly, especially since Veda Mountain-Carrying was on the verge of Limit Breaking. By then, he would no longer find it so heavy.

Moreover, what Meng Chuan wanted from a halberd was overwhelming force and crushing weight.

The weapon alone would weigh fifty tons, supplemented by the strength of his own