Yan Chihuo channeled a stream of mana into them, and the two Spirit Tools began to gleam, even more brilliantly than before. After checking them over and finding no flaws, he opened the artifact-forging cauldron and placed the two Spirit Tools inside.
He then stepped aside, sat down cross-legged, and formed a hand seal. With a sudden whoosh, earthfire surged up.
After half the time it took to burn an incense stick, Yan Chihuo still had not moved. Madam Tianhua was beginning to lose patience and transmitted her voice to Yuan Yangzi. "If we act now, we should be able to capture and kill him."
Yuan Yangzi replied by voice transmission, "Don't act. Since he dares forge artifacts so openly, he naturally has something to rely on. Let him finish forging first."
Madam Tianhua knew that Yuan Yangzi was obsessed with artifact forging and simply had no interest in Yan Chihuo. She said nothing.
A moment later, Yan Chihuo withdrew his hand seal and made a grasping motion with his right hand. Two streaks of golden light flew from the artifact-forging cauldron and landed in his palm—the sword and shield.
Yan Chihuo glanced at them and silently circulated his mana. The two Spirit Tools shot outside, only for a huge hand to abruptly appear in the air and seize them.
This was Yuan Yangzi's method. He examined the two Spirit Tools twice, then heard Yan Chihuo say, "Fellow Daoist, be careful. I'm about to attack, so you can see how effective these two Spirit Tools are."
Yuan Yangzi said, "Please, go ahead."
Yan Chihuo pointed a finger, sending a Sword Fiend flying forth. Yuan Yangzi poured mana into the Spirit Sword, sending out a Sword Fiend of his own to meet it. Just as the two Sword Fiends were about