Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Time slowly passed. Blazing flames soared into the sky from the cauldrons in the plaza, making the surroundings of the plaza as hot as a furnace.
The spectators with lower cultivations found it hard to resist the heat that could affect the soul.
And in this kind of refining, there were constantly Artifact Symbol Masters who were unable to bear the pressure, causing their cauldrons to explode and fail.
In the blink of an eye, it was the fifth day. The number of failures had already reached more than half. There were also a few Artifact Symbol Masters who succeeded in refining spiritual artifacts.
However, the success of these Artifact Symbol Masters only depended on their participation. Their cultivations were all at the level of four or five star Artifact Symbol Masters.
They participated in the Myriad Weapon Conference purely to train themselves. As for obtaining a ranking, they didn't dare think too much about it.
"Bang!"
Not far from Du Shaofu's refining position, there was a five star Artifact Symbol Master at the peak of the fifth star. For some reason, the temperature inside his cauldron rose higher and higher. Flames surged and finally, his cauldron exploded.
Following the explosion of this cauldron, many Artifact Symbol Masters in the surroundings were affected. The Artifact Symbol Masters in their cauldrons also failed.
Du Shaofu didn't move or shake, blocking all movements in the surroundings.
The spectators in the surroundings had been observing for several days and nights. Some closed their eyes to rest, waiting for the most exciting final showdown.
Everyone knew that the true showdown in the Myriad Weapon Conference would only begin after the tenth day.
Even if there were Artifact Symbol Masters who succeeded in refining spiritual artifacts and Artifact Symbols, they were only there to serve as a foil. The true peak showdown would be at the end.
After the eighth day, there were less than a thousand Artifact Symbol Masters left out of the ten thousand.
However, the Artifact Symbol Masters who could still remain in the plaza were all of high cultivation.
"Hualala …"
Energy rippled and aura swept out. Artifact Symbols appeared continuously, causing the spectators to whisper to each other.
There were also Artifact Symbol Masters who failed in refining their Artifact Symbols at the last moment, leaving with a disappointed and dispirited expression.
"There are only two people left."
In the spectator seats, behind Shangguan He, a Martial King elder had a gloomy and dignified expression.
This time, there was no one else in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. In these eight days, the two of them only managed to forge Practitioner Weapons. One of them failed in the end and left regretfully. Only the two of them remained.
Shangguan He did not speak. His eyes were fixed on the field.
Only Baili Xu was the most relaxed. His face was leisurely and contented as he watched the many Weapon and Symbol Masters compete with each other. His gaze occasionally swept across the judges' seats.
On the ninth day, there were less than a hundred Tool Symbol Masters left in the field, and the auras inside each and every one of their spiritual stoves and symbol cauldrons were the most vigorous.
"Boom …"
When a high-grade Practitioner Weapon appeared, its aura attracted everyone's attention.
On the evening of the ninth day, dark clouds began to gather in the sky.
It was unknown when, but layers of dark clouds had gathered in the sky, and a heart-palpitating aura began to spread.
"Swish swish …"
Many of the spectators who were resting with their eyes closed opened their eyes at this moment.
Everyone looked at the dark clouds above the square, and their eyes began to ripple.
"Has a Dao Artifact started to succeed?"
Everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation. Dark clouds gathered, and there were faint flashes of lightning. That was the sign of the Lightning Tribulation.
"Hula …"
The dark clouds gathered in front of a middle-aged man. Inside his spiritual stove and symbol cauldron, a large blade appeared. The mysterious patterns of the talisman fluctuated, and its aura was astonishing.
But in the end, this middle-aged Tool Symbol Master did not attract the Lightning Tribulation. Even the Half Dao Artifact was a little worse.
Although he succeeded in refining it, this middle-aged Tool Symbol Master's eyes were filled with regret. He had no choice but to leave.
However, the middle-aged Tool Symbol Master's departure had already received cheers from the spectators' seats.
To be able to refine a Talisman Weapon that was close to the Half Dao Artifact level at the Myriad Weapon Convention was already extraordinary.
"Hualala …"
Soon after, many dark clouds gathered, and many Talisman Weapons that were close to the Half Dao Artifact level appeared.
One by one, the Tool Symbol Masters left the field, looking happy and worried.
There were also those who were unlucky and failed when they were close to the Half Dao Artifact level.
The spiritual stove and symbol cauldron exploded, and blood spurted out. It was extremely regretful.
On the judge's seat, behind Elder Kou Jixiong of the Hall of Alioth, a young man sat upright. His temperament was excellent, his long black hair was combed extremely smoothly, and his whole body was snow-white.
The young man's face was also very handsome, but at this time, his face was gloomy. Facing the square, he did not even raise his eyes. Facing the Myriad Weapon Symbol Masters in the square, he seemed to not care about them.
"Official Qin, when the time comes, let's go back to the hall first. As long as they are in the Spirit Domain, they can't escape." Elder Kou Jixiong turned around and transmitted his voice to the white-clothed young man.
The white-clothed young man raised his head. His long and narrow eyes carried a kind of feminine aura. Only then did he look indifferently at the square.
Suddenly, the white-clothed young man's gaze trembled.
On the square, among the sparse hundreds of people, a purple figure appeared in his eyes.
That figure was wearing a purple soft armor and a purple mask.
That figure killed his father, Emperor Chu Jiang, and razed the Chu Jiang Royal Residence to the ground. Even if it turned into ashes, he could still recognize it. How could he forget it!
"It's him, it's that Qiao Feng!"
Official Qin's eyes suddenly changed greatly. He directly stood up and stared at the young man in purple soft armor in front of him. Coldness shot out from his eyes.
Coincidentally, during the Myriad Weapon Conference, he and his master brought many people from Alioth Hall back to Chu Jiang City to search for Qiao Feng. However, Qiao Feng and the others had already disappeared without a trace.
After that, they came to the Myriad Weapon Conference in Great Weapon City. They originally thought that Qiao Feng and the others had already disappeared without a trace.
Who would have thought that they would find them without any effort after searching high and low for them!
As Official Qin suddenly stood up, the coldness in his eyes spread and killing intent shot out. Many of the judges' gazes instantly fell on Official Qin.
Elder Zhu Xiu, Artifact Addict Guang Hangweng, Elder Yun Ziqin, Elder Yin Xunlang, and the others all looked at Official Qin.
"Official Qin, that person is that Qiao Feng?"
Elder Kou Jixiong's expression instantly changed. His gaze followed Official Qin's gaze and swept across Du Shaofu. In the end, he looked at Official Qin and asked.
"Master, it's that kid. Even if he turned into ashes, disciple would still recognize him. Master, you must uphold justice for disciple."
Official Qin nodded. His eyes were scarlet red. The hatred of his father's murder was absolutely irreconcilable. He absolutely could not let that Qiao Feng go.
"Elder Kou, what's going on?"
Elder Zhu Xiu looked at Kou Jixiong and asked. His gaze was calm, as if he was smiling at all times.
"There's someone called Qiao Feng here. He killed my Yuheng Hall's Protector Zhi Ming and massacred thousands of people from the Chu Jiang Royal Residence. Even my disciple, Official Qin, was killed by him."
Coldness flashed across Kou Jixiong's eyes. However, there was also some surprise in his eyes. That mysterious youth, Qiao Feng, seemed to be quite young. Was he really as powerful as his disciple, Official Qin, had said?
"Oh …"
Elder Zhu Xiu, Elder Yun Ziqin, Artifact Addict Guang Hangweng, Elder Yin Xunlang, and the others were all somewhat astonished when they heard Elder Kou Jixiong's words. Their gazes passed through the crowd in the plaza and curiously looked at Du Shaofu.
"That young man doesn't seem to be very old. I've met Chu Jiang City's Chu Jiang Emperor once before. He's a Martial Emperor at the peak of the Profound Realm. Could it be that that young man really has the ability to kill Protector Zhi Ming and Chu Jiang Emperor?"
Elder Yin Xunlang of the Tianji Hall looked at the youth who was refining weapons on the plaza with a rather heroic face. There was some doubt and astonishment in his eyes. If that youth could kill Chu Jiang Emperor and Protector Zhi Ming, how powerful must he be? This was absolutely inconceivable.
"I woke up at 4 pm today and didn't slack off at all. I don't know why, but I'm a bit stuck and only managed to write this chapter now. I know that many brothers are waiting for me to update, so I sincerely apologize. I also hope that brothers can understand. I guess it's because I've been staying up late for a few nights, so I'm feeling a bit drowsy. Little Yu will continue to write and update a lot. I also plan to sleep early today so that it won't affect the update. "
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