No One Would Refine Weapons for You, Young Master Yuan Severely Wounded, a Strange Artifact Refiner

An incomparably cold surge of killing intent instantly locked onto Chu Kuangren.

The young man stared at Chu Kuangren, his gaze icy and fierce.

"Son of Light, you killed Lang Sha of our World-Destroying Martial Association, yet you still dare to come to the Beacon Domain. I must say, you really do have guts!"

The young man held the freshly forged blood-red Divine Sword.

Killing intent swirled around him, ready to strike at any moment.

Chu Kuangren glanced at him and said calmly, "I advise you not to attack, or you will regret it."

"Ridiculous. Do you think this is the Church of Light? Take a good look. This is the Beacon Domain, the territory of our World-Destroying Martial Association!"

The Divine Sword in the young man's hand shone with crimson light. Just as his icy killing intent was about to erupt, a figure appeared before him.

It was an old man in black robes.

The old man looked at Chu Kuangren, his eyes filled with deep wariness.

Although Chu Kuangren had not displayed an overly powerful aura,

he still gave the old man an indescribable sense of danger.

He told the young man, "Young Master, this man will not be easy to deal with. Anyone capable of killing Lang Sha is no ordinary opponent. It would be best not to act rashly."

The young man's brow furrowed slightly at those words. He looked at Chu Kuangren and pondered for a while before slowly reining in his killing intent. He snorted coldly. "Son of Light, if you want to forge a weapon in Ten Thousand Weapons City, I'm afraid you won't get the chance."

With that, the young man looked at Ou Chen beside him.

Ou Chen understood at once and said indifferently to Chu Kuangren, "You are not welcome