Whoosh!!
The scorching heat that spread out from the underground chamber in Sword Crafting Hall instantly vanished. The temperature of the more than one hundred sword pools and sword crafting platforms in Sword Crafting Hall seemed to have decreased by a large margin.
Happy, Ten Thousand Swords, and more than one thousand Sword Crafting Hall disciples from the mighty northern clan stood outside Sword Crafting Hall. To their surprise, they sensed that the temperature around them had swiftly dropped. A cold feeling landed on their faces, and they cried out in surprise nonstop! The mighty northern clan disciples noticed to their shock that the sky above Sword Crafting Hall, which had not seen snow for a hundred years, was covered in dense snowflakes again.
Thin, crystalline snowflakes slowly landed around the Sword Forging Hall disciples. Their shoulders!
All of them were astounded, and they were at a loss for what to do.
The sound of clothes fluttering could be heard from the back of the crowd.
When he turned his head around to look, he saw a group of old men from the mighty northern clan with their hair tied up in a bun rushing over at lightning speed. When they noticed the snowflakes above Sword Crafting Hall, they were so shocked that their faces turned pale. They mumbled something under their breath.
"As long as the fire in Sword Crafting Hall is not extinguished, the sky will not snow …"
"The Snowfall Sword Hall is definitely in trouble!"
"…"
The mighty northern clan disciples in the area were baffled, but they did not dare to be inattentive to the two old men in silver robes who led the group. They opened up a path for them with incredible respect.
"Chief Protector!"
"Second Protector!"
Regardless of whether it was the Sword Forging Hall disciples or the elders, when they saw these two old men, they all revealed expressions of respect from the bottom of their hearts. It could be seen just how high their statuses were in the mighty northern clan.
An elder at the beginning stage of Inaction Realm quickly arrived beside them and asked with an obsequious smile, "Dharma protectors, why are you here?"
The two old men ignored him. Their faces were red with rage, and they continued heading to Sword Crafting Hall without slowing down.
"Who's inside?" His tone was abnormally urgent.
"Only the clan leader, the sect master of Sword Sect, and that person from the Nangong Clan …" the elder of the mighty northern clan quickly answered.
However, the group of old men's hasty actions caused quite a number of Sword Sect and Nangong Clan disciples in the crowd to frown. Some of them instinctively blocked the entrance to Sword Crafting Hall, as if they did not want too many people to enter.
"Stop!"
"The appearance of the Divine Weapon is imminent. The Sect Leader has ordered that no one is allowed to disturb the Clan Leader."
"Our Patriarch has given his orders."
More than ten Inaction Realm martial artists moved forward to block their path. They drew their weapons and spoke.
"Hmph!"
Their speed did not decrease at all. The two silver-robed old Protectors patted their waists at the same time. Two dazzling cold lights instantly flashed in front of the group of people in front of them.
Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!
More than a dozen weapons fell to the ground, all broken into two pieces.
The Sword Sect disciples and Nangong Clan disciples held their broken weapons in their hands. They sucked in sharp breaths and looked at each other with pale faces. The two monster-like old men in front of them became wary.
However …
The two old men were still stopped, but their expressions were slightly unhappy.
"You've got guts. Forget about Heaven Shaker Fortress, even in the world of martial artists, there aren't many people who would dare point their weapons at us. Do you think that you can stop us two old men with those lousy weapons in your hands? Hmph! You overestimate yourself! "
Happy was at the front of the crowd, and he could see everything clearly.
Most of the Sword Sect disciples and Nangong Clan members used swords, but they should be swords from famous swordsmen. They were definitely not the lousy weapons they spoke of.
However, the two old men attacked at an astonishing speed. The flexible swords by their waists were not ordinary weapons either. With a flick, they straightened, and the sharp sword glare contained a chill that made even Happy's spine crawl.
In one go, they managed to break the swords of more than ten Inaction Realm martial artists. Even a normal Myth Realm martial artist might have a hard time doing such a thing.
'Where … did these old monsters come from?'
Happy groaned in his heart.
There were already three Myth Realm martial artists in Sword Crafting Hall who did not show themselves and whose strength could not be dealt with. Now, two monster-like old men appeared. Just what sort of quest was this?
The Sword Sect disciples and Nangong Clan members were clearly intimidated by the two old men's shocking methods. Their faces were pale, and they did not dare to act recklessly.
Sword Sect's master's loud and proud voice came from Sword Crafting Hall.
"The two old men are the seniors of the mighty northern clan leader, and they are also our seniors. Do not be rude!"
"Move aside. The two old men's Great Saber Breaker Art has been famous in the world of martial artists for decades. If they are not divine weapons, they can break them with one slash. It's the ultimate technique of the mighty northern clan. You youngsters dare point your weapons at them? Heh heh, but the Nangong Clan is small. At that time, we might have to take a few good weapons from the mighty northern clan and leave."
Right when he finished speaking …
The Sword Sect disciples and Nangong Clan members outside Sword Crafting Hall broke out in cold sweat.
If they were not divine weapons, they could break them with one slash?
The group quickly moved aside. They did not dare to continue blocking the two old men from entering Sword Crafting Hall.
"Hmph!"
The two old men in silver sheathed their swords and charged into Sword Crafting Hall without a speck of dust on them.
Happy seized the chance to turn his head around and cast a glance at Ten Thousand Swords. He saw Ten Thousand Swords smile wanly and put on a very resigned and surprised expression.
He sent a private message to explain, "I've heard of these two old men before. I think they're the two Dharma protectors of the mighty northern clan. They retired many years ago and no longer stepped into the world of martial artists. But I didn't expect them to be so powerful."
"…"
When he heard this, Happy sighed in his heart, but he felt at ease.
In truth, there were plenty of elites who retired from the world in the various sects. Many of them had seen through everything and retired or went to do what they wanted to do. They lost their fighting spirit, and even though they were not as strong as when they were at the peak of their strength, they were still very terrifying in the world of martial artists.
The two old men in front of Happy might be one of them!
However, Happy also remembered the words from the old man from Nangong Clan — Great Saber Breaker Art.
No one seemed to have used it in his previous life. By the looks of it, it either required a very high qi realm, or the requirements to practice it were very harsh. After all, breaking masterpieces with one slash was not something divine weapons with high attack could do.
"The situation is becoming more complicated. Do you have a good plan?" At that moment, Happy suddenly felt that he was useless, so he could only toss the problem to Ten Thousand Swords.
Ten Thousand Swords smiled in anguish and sent a word to him.
"Wait!"
…
'Good plan.'
…
The sect master of Sword Sect, the old monster from the Nangong Clan, and the two Dharma protectors from the mighty northern clan all stood at the entrance of the underground chamber in Sword Crafting Hall.
They did not say a word to each other!
A few minutes passed.
Suddenly!
A presence that caused people's hearts to tremble appeared out of nowhere.
Buzz!
The weapons in the hands of countless mighty northern clan members around them started buzzing. The buzzing grew stronger, and they looked as if they could not control themselves.
"What's going on?"
"My weapon …"
Quite a number of people cried out in surprise and pressed down on their weapons.
The weapons in the hands of the sect master and the old man from Nangong Clan were also a little out of control.
The two of them frowned. Right when they were about to suppress the fear that rose in their weapons, a grand golden light with a hint of white light broke through the wall of the chamber!
It ignored the strong waves of fire above Sword Crafting Hall and shot into the sky!
"This is bad!"
"Careful!"
Before his voice faded away …
Clang, clang, clang, clang!
The sounds of weapons being unsheathed rose nonstop! Countless weapons left the hands of the people in the area, including the broken sabers. They broke free of their owners and shot into Sword Crafting Hall as if they possessed spirits.
The weapons in Sword Lake also gathered together to form waves of fierce iron currents that charged at the four people at the entrance of the chamber!
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