"Crack, crack, crack..."
A teeth-grating scraping sound came from between Chen Lin's fingers. Under the crushing force of his hands, the mass of liquid on the verge of exploding was forcibly kneaded together.
Red and black intertwined, devouring and fusing with each other.
Cangyuan stared, dumbfounded. Forcing mutually repelling laws together? What the hell kind of artifact refining technique was this? Wasn't this just blacksmithing?
But an even more violent repulsive force followed.
The liquid metal struggled fiercely in Chen Lin's hands, as though sensing a tremendous humiliation, unleashing a backlash beyond the limits of Integration. A cut tore open across Chen Lin's palm, and a drop of pale golden blood slid down.
True dragon blood.
The blood dripped into the mass of fused metal.
"Hum!"
The entire Cangyuan Hall shuddered violently. The Great Golden Immortal dao laws contained in the true dragon blood instantly suppressed the raging ice and fire laws like a sovereign reigning supreme.
The dazzling red light and fathomless black light both receded.
Chen Lin released his grip.
A sword about three feet long and three fingers wide floated silently in midair.
The blade was divided down the middle. Its left half was blood-red, with heaven-burning flames flowing across it; its right half was ink-black, radiating bone-piercing cold. Along the center of the blade's spine, a dark golden true dragon pattern stretched from hilt to tip, perfectly stitching the two extreme laws together.
The sword's clear ring echoed across the plain.
Chen Lin reached out and seized the hilt.
The ice and fire laws attempted to lash back through his palm. Chen Lin snorted coldly and drove his true dragon qi and blood into the blade. The sword shuddered violently, letting out a mournful cry of submission, and all resistance instantly vanished.
He swung it casually.