Tang Wulin did not know what Brother Yuan wanted to do, taking out a Dark Adamantine Silver longsword from the Storage Soul Tool and walking over to hand it to Jiang Mingyuan.
He only saw Soul Power surging around Jiang Mingyuan.
Phoenix Wings spread out, and the temperature at the center of his palms continuously rose.
Golden flames gradually transformed into black fire.
Ten percent, twenty percent, thirty percent... all the way to sixty percent.
Jiang Mingyuan rarely and proactively transformed into a female state.
The high temperature approaching a thousand degrees was concentrated in the palms, and the blade of the Dark Adamantine Silver longsword gradually turned red.
Yet it was still not enough.
Tang Wulin shook his head.
"Still, it's still not enough to reach the forging requirements."
Tang Wulin could not do it, but Jiang Mingyuan instead grew fired up. Sixty percent was not enough, then seventy percent it was.
When Jiang Mingyuan once again urged his Soul Power to deepen the blackening, Tang Wulin suddenly moved, two strong and forceful palms resting on Jiang Mingyuan's shoulders.
Brother Yuan, don't keep going, you won't be able to control it. Tang Wulin's words transmitted directly into Jiang Mingyuan's Sea of Consciousness, stepping on the brakes for his aggressive emotions.
By the time Jiang Mingyuan completely came to his senses, the Golden Dragon Claw had already snatched the Dark Adamantine Silver longsword back from his hands.
No, Jiang Mingyuan's current cultivation was still far too low after all.
If he were to execute a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the commotion would simply be too great; they would have no way to keep it in a small scope, and it would set the room ablaze.
"Brother Yuan, leave this matter to me. Rest assured, I will definitely forge it well