The Netherworld King incident swept across the underground world once again. Compared to the last time, the reactions of the major sects were much more intense. Their people had been publicly killed at the Dragon's Head Shore!
Moreover, they had died very cleanly. They had been turned into ashes! The Netherworld King's cruel methods left them with no choice. They had to use blood to wash away this stain.
The Dragon's Head Shore became deserted. Even the Shang clan, which had always been on good terms with all parties, avoided this place. All life in the underground world was waiting for the arrival of this battle.
The tavern at the Dragon's Head Shore was still operating. Although it was much more deserted, there were still many people staying at the Dragon's Head Shore other than the people from the sects. Some were brave, while others had invested all their wealth here and had to stay behind to look after the "unlucky people". Of course, there were also many speculators who took this opportunity to buy properties at the Dragon's Head Shore.
"I wonder if the Netherworld River Wanderer will come to trade again …" An speculator drank and tried to find a topic out of boredom.
"He is no longer a Wanderer. He is already the incarnation of the Netherworld King. Otherwise, how could he defeat those experts from the Netherworld Sect standing on the shore?" Haiyeh spoke frankly with assurance. He was the leader of this group of speculators. He was good at finding opportunities in danger. He stared at the owner of the tavern. "Tavern owner, what do you think? The price I offered is very fair now."
"Hehe, smart Haiyeh. You are not the only one with a spirit of adventure."
"Aren't you worried that the sects will take back your tavern in the end? Do you think that the sects will allow this place to develop freely after such a big move? You know that I'm not taking back the tavern for myself. I'm just making money from my hard work. "
"Are you sure that the sects will win?" the tavern owner retorted unwillingly.
"I understand your feelings and everyone's feelings. Almost everyone has invested all their wealth, but look, how can the sects lose? A serious alliance of sects is already scary enough, let alone an angry sect. Last time, they already sent a half-step Gold Core expert. What do you think they will do this time? "
Haiyeh shook his head. He was not lying. He was indeed standing up for a big figure from a large sect. He had received very accurate news that there was an incident at the Dragon's Head Shore. The most beloved grandson of a certain almighty had died at the hands of the Netherworld King.
"You mean …"
"Shh! That's right, that powerful being is here right now. "
Haiyeh nodded. He enjoyed this moment very much. His news had shocked the entire teahouse. He knew that his acquisition operation would go smoothly …
Boom …
A violent tremor interrupted Haiyeh's happiness. Everyone shivered as they sensed the terrifying aura coming from the tremor in the air.
Golden Core!
That Golden Core expert had made a move!
"Gulp …"
Hayeh wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he realized that he couldn't say a single word. His throat seemed to be stuck. Air flowed in and out of his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only swallow his saliva.
Fear spread in the air. Almost no one dared to move. However, there were always those who were brave enough. They twisted their bodies and broke free from the terrifying Gold Core aura. Then, they rushed out of the tavern. They wanted to witness this battle. To be able to see a Gold Core powerhouse fight, even if they lost all their wealth here, it would not be too much of a loss.
Haiyeh also rushed out. He was panting violently. The tavern owner followed beside him and furrowed his eyebrows without saying a word.
Very quickly, they saw the riverbank of the Netherworld River. In the distance, hundreds of experts from the various factions surrounded a bald-headed person.
"It's the Netherworld Faction!"
"That's …"
In midair, dozens of experts stood in the air. An old man with white hair and a beard held a spear in his hand. The aura that shook the air came from his body.
"Elder Musin from the Netherworld Faction!"
"It's actually true!"
The tavern owner stared blankly at Musin, who was in the air. It was as if all the strength in his body had been sucked out. He could already foresee that the tavern that he had spent all his wealth on would become the private property of the Netherworld Faction, and he would once again be left with nothing.
"Is that the Netherworld King? That little baldy? "
"It's the Netherworld River Wanderer."
"Idiot. The Netherworld River Wanderer is the Netherworld King!"
"From the bloody incident at the Dragon's Head Shore, the strength of the Netherworld King should be around that of a Solid Core. Tsk, the Three Major Factions are indeed the Three Major Factions. A Gold Core expert has personally come. They are not giving the Netherworld King a way out at all."
"In the underground world, it's fine if it's some small Factions, but if it provokes the Three Major Factions, heh. Even the Netherworld King will become a Netherworld Worm."
When they saw Musin in the air, people stopped to watch the battle from afar. It was obvious that the Netherworld Faction wanted to establish their might in front of everyone and did not stop more and more people from rushing to the scene.
Haiyeh smiled and looked at the tavern owner. He wanted to strike while the iron was hot. Just as he was about to speak, a thunderous roar suddenly sounded from the Netherworld River.
The Netherworld King had attacked!
"Brat! Die! "
Musin angrily snorted and raised the spear in his hand. In an instant, a black vortex surged out from the spear, and the surrounding spiritual power surged into the spear. At this moment, it was as if the entire underground world was shaking. A Gold Core was the limit that the Land could accommodate.
The disciples of the Netherworld Faction standing in the surroundings were fine, but the people watching the battle from afar looked at Elder Musin, who was in the air, and found it increasingly difficult to breathe. It was as if they were in a storm and were about to fall. This was a Gold Core. Raising one's hand or foot could affect the abnormal spiritual power in the heaven and earth. Once one attacked, the surrounding spiritual power would form a spiritual pressure and gather towards him. The Gold Core would not move easily, but once it moved, the heaven and earth would change.
Musin coldly looked at the so-called Netherworld King below. Fortunately, he had an unreachable grandnephew who had died at the Dragon's Head Shore, causing him to pay a huge price before he was allowed to make an exception and personally take revenge. However, this was worth it. He would expose the secret of the Netherworld King walking in the Netherworld River. This underground world that had trapped him might obtain freedom because of this secret.
The Netherworld Spear in his hand was already filled with spiritual power. Destruction turned into a long pitch-black snake between the spear. At this moment, he saw the bald-headed man suddenly raise his head.
There was a strange smile on the bald-headed man's face. He opened his lips and revealed two rows of snow-white teeth. Boom … It was as if the sky was flashing and thunder roaring, but it was also as if the primordial chaos had been broken. The smile in Musin's eyes became a terrifying existence.
"Die!"
Boom! The Netherworld Spear turned into a giant python that could swallow the heavens and pounced forward.
However, a hand gently plucked at the sky, and the swift and fierce giant python suddenly trembled and curled up. It rapidly shrank and landed between the two fingers of the hand like a small bug.
"Kill him."
Musin's expression was gloomy as he suddenly let out a long roar. Hundreds of disciples of the Netherworld Faction, who had yet to understand the situation, shouted in unison and raised the weapons in their hands. Spiritual power rose in their hands, and they prepared countless moves.
The Netherworld King tilted his head, and the smile on his face remained for a long time. Then, he spat out the syllables from his lips. "Kill."
Boom …
He was turned into ashes!
In the distance, the spectators shrieked in shock!
Haiyeh's entire body trembled. Beside him, the boss of the bar was in an even worse state. He sat on the ground in shock and muttered, "Dead, dead, all dead!"
They had never seen such a scene before. They could not imagine it or believe it! Those were over 100 experts from the Netherworld Faction! They had formed a formation to defend themselves. With such a formation, even a Gold Core … the 10 Great Kings of the Land would need some time to personally attack. Furthermore, there was a true Gold Core expert, Elder Musin, among them!
However, everything was useless. In the sky, the dozens of experts from the Netherworld Faction and the hundreds of disciples from the Netherworld Faction on the ground all turned into shadows the moment the Netherworld King uttered the word "kill". They disappeared into the air like smoke and illusions.
Only Gold Core Musin remained in the sky. However, his condition was extremely terrifying. His long robe was in tatters, and it was as if he had been cut by thousands of blades. Bloody scars densely covered his body.
"Gold Core True Body, protect me and make me invincible!"
Musin roared in shock. Golden light burst forth from his body, and his true body abruptly tore apart his Celestial Transformation. An aura that was ten times stronger than before gushed out from his true body like a rock explosion.
In the distance, Haiyeh suddenly grabbed his neck. This time, he could not breathe at all. His spiritual pressure tore apart the space in the surroundings. The negative pressure formed by the extraction of spiritual power caused the surrounding air to solidify like rocks. This was Elder Musin's Gold Core True Body! This world seemed to have become a vacuum that could not be breathed because of his power.
The Netherworld King raised his head to look at Musin and frowned. "I don't like to raise my head and talk to things that shout loudly."
Pa. Then, he snapped his fingers.
Boom!
Musin's body exploded in disbelief. As powerful as a Gold Core, his soul could still exist. However, he very quickly realized that his body could not help but fly towards that terrifying existence. The other party could devour souls!
Intense fear enveloped his mind. This was equivalent to him being completely killed …
However, he could not leave anything behind, nor could he resist. He could only become a supplement for the Netherworld King.
Haiyeh instantly panted heavily. The surrounding spiritual pressure returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. Then, he saw the baldie standing in front of him.
Haiyeh's face instantly turned ghastly pale. He looked past the baldie and at the sky.
There was nothing. Elder Musin had disappeared.
Pa!
A voice pulled back Haiyeh's horrified thoughts. He saw the bar owner kneeling in front of the Netherworld King. He lowered his head to the ground and let out a sobbing prayer. "Great Netherworld King, I'm willing to offer everything to you!"
Mu Zi blinked and looked at the strong man who had curled up into a small ball in front of him. He stretched out his hand and gently lifted the strong man up. The strong man floated up. "You are very smart and very lucky."
Haiyeh stared blankly at the bar owner, who was flying in midair. A dim light circulated around the bar owner's body. He could sense that under the stimulation of this light, the bar owner's aura was becoming stronger and stronger!
Boom …
The bar owner revealed his true form as a bear. There was a snow-white half-moon on his pitch-black chest, which meant that he was ordinary. However, this snow-white half-moon was splitting now, and a second moon mark was imprinted on his chest.
"Thou hast truly worshipped me, and I shall reward thee with evolution."
Mu Zi stretched out his hand and gently pressed it against the bar owner's forehead. A strange pattern was imprinted on the fur of the bear person, and then it disappeared into his skin.
Then, Mu Zi turned to look at Haiyeh.
Pa. Haiyeh knelt down and looked at Mu Zi in a daze. "Netherworld King, please accept my faith."
Mu Zi looked at his eyes and smiled. "Your faith is filled with doubt. This is a capital crime, but I'm very happy today. I'll give you a chance."
With a whoosh, the Nether Snake Spear that Elder Musin had shot out just now flew in front of Haiyeh. At that moment, it was no longer a spear, but a nimble Nether Snake. "I shall reward you with power."
Pa. The Nether Snake suddenly burrowed into Haiyeh's body. In an instant, Haiyeh's body suddenly exploded, revealing his true form as a sea dragon. He spread out a pair of wings. However, at this moment, pitch-black Nether Snake lightning circled around his wings, and powerful power surged into his body.
Haiyeh felt his ears ringing and his eyes becoming dizzy. After a long time, he finally regained his senses. He immediately imitated the bar owner and lowered his head to the ground, kissing Mu Zi's feet. "My Lord, I will definitely spread what you want me to spread to the ears of every living being in this world.
"Tell them what happened here, and …"
"Mu Zi" paused slightly, and the smile on his face deepened. "I come from Earth."
The entire Dragon's Head Shore and the entire underground world would change because of this battle.
"Mu Zi, look. My method is correct. We are one. You are an Earthling, so I am an Earthling."
The response was silence from the other soul …
At that moment, there was no one in the sword refinery room in the Creation Star Ring. Senior Lavel was not waiting for him in the sword refinery room. However, the flames in the furnace were still flickering, and the level-2 Soul Steel that had been forged lay quietly on the tool table.
"You're here?"
Senior Lavel's voice sounded from behind him. There was a faint hint of tiredness in her voice. It was obvious that she had not rested for the past few days in order to speed up the speed of forging the sword.
"Senior."
Lavel nodded her head. Wang Zhong could see that there were still some water droplets on her face. She seemed to have cleaned her face and did not mention anything about the Life and Death Arena. She simply pointed at the Soul Steel and said, "I will need your assistance throughout the level-3 sword forging process. The forging process is also a nurturing process. Integrate it into your blood. The individual aura in your blood is the strongest. If the Soul Power waveband is the soul of your Sword Spirit, then your blood and aura are the body that carries the soul.
Neither of them can be missing. "Lao Wang was slightly touched. However, when he saw Lavel's attitude, he knew that this was not the time to talk. He walked over and picked up the Soul Steel.
It felt completely different from the first time he nurtured this Soul Steel. Last time, the Soul Steel felt like a material or a dead object in his hands. However, this time, the Soul Steel felt like an egg in his hands. It contained a vigorous aura of life and surpassed the category of a dead object. Furthermore, its outer shell was extremely hard, and its material density was extremely high. Even with Lao Wang's current strength, he felt that it was strenuous to hold this material that was only the size of two hands. It was extremely heavy and pressed down on his hands. It was several times heavier than the Falling Star heavy sword that he had exchanged for previously.
Lao Wang silently marveled in his heart. His hands did not stop moving. He gently cut his wrist with his left index finger, and fresh blood flowed out and flowed onto the Soul Steel.
On the surface of the Soul Steel, the extremely sturdy metallic substance rapidly 'boiled'. It was as if Wang Zhong's blood was boiling lava, causing the surface of the Soul Steel to become deformed from the heat. Huge bubbles appeared on the surface of the Soul Steel, while the inside of the Soul Steel greedily absorbed the blood. Not a single drop was wasted as it was directly 'dragged' into the interior of the Soul Steel. The originally extremely vigorous internal life became even more exuberant. Wang Zhong even felt that he could faintly hear the strange life's joyful and tender babbling sounds.
"Enough." Senior Lavel calculated the right amount. "Stop dripping blood and pour your spiritual power into the Soul Steel. The change in frequency must be rapid, and the peaks and valleys must be lengthened as much as possible."
Wang Zhong did as he was told. Earlier, he had sensed the vigorous life aura of the Soul Steel. However, when he poured his spiritual power into the Soul Steel, he seemed slightly shocked and angry. Lao Wang could sense these emotions. The unconscious life form of the Soul Steel had a sense of resistance to his spiritual power aura.
"Don't care about it. Stabilize your spiritual power wave frequency and don't change the rhythm of your pouring," Lavel immediately reminded him.
Wang Zhong nodded and continued to balance the pouring of his spiritual power into the Soul Steel. The rapid change in frequency and the elongated peaks and valleys obviously made the life form of the Soul Steel very uncomfortable. This was very normal. Anyone who was leisurely drinking coffee and reading a book at home would be annoyed if a group of brats suddenly appeared at their doorstep and yelled outside their house or even inside their house.
Lao Wang could sense that the life form of the Soul Steel was instinctively resisting strongly. It rejected the injection of Wang Zhong's spiritual power and tried to break the rhythm of his spiritual power frequency. At first, this kind of resistance seemed rather immature. After all, it was just a vague and instinctive consciousness that had just been born. However, it learned very quickly. In a short span of three to five seconds, this kind of resistance was so intense that Lao Wang found it difficult to control it. The frequency of his spiritual power became unstable a few times, and it became even more difficult for him to pour his spiritual power into the Soul Steel. It was as if the life form of the Soul Steel had actively sealed itself, making it very difficult for Wang Zhong's spiritual power to penetrate its surface and enter its interior.
One had to know that the last step of forging and nurturing a sword would not give one any chance to regret or make a mistake. A small mistake would cause the entire process to fail. When he sensed that the resistance of the Soul Steel's consciousness was still increasing, Lao Wang was slightly worried. He looked at Lavel beside him with a slightly questioning gaze.
This had obviously surpassed the difficulty of refining ordinary personal equipment. After all, this was refining personal equipment. Some time ago, Lao Wang had looked up some general knowledge about refining high-end personal equipment in the library. This kind of forging was truly difficult for the forger, not the contractor. Although subduing the spirit of the equipment was the contractor's task, this was actually a very simple process. As long as the forger casually used a small array, he could directly suppress the consciousness of the spirit of the equipment and make it unable to resist. There was no need to test the strength of the contractor. Furthermore, with Senior Lavel's equipment refinery abilities, it was obvious that she did not know this little bit of general knowledge. However, she had missed out on this step.
"As its owner, you must rely on yourself to subdue the birth of a spiritual equipment." However, it was obvious that Lavel had no intention of helping. Her voice calmly sounded beside his ear. "If you can't even pass this stage, you don't have the qualifications to possess this level-4 sword. You should go home as soon as possible."
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