“Where’s your flying sword? Show it to us!”
Ming Han shouted with widened eyes.
“Don’t be hasty,”
With a calm expression, Su Zimo hesitated for a moment before controlling one of the flying swords to rise slowly from the Weapon Tripod.
If nobody could see the issue with this flying sword, it would mean that everything would be fine.
If anyone could tell that something was amiss, it would be a joke even if he brought out all 36 flying swords.
Right in front of everyone, a tiny and exquisite flying sword appeared. It was milky white and looked like a thin silver needle.
“How can that be called a flying sword?”
“Hahahaha, this is clearly an embroidery needle. Did Mo Ling create an embroidery needle so that he can become a seamstress?”
The cultivators of Hellfire Hall mocked.
However, most of the cultivators present did not laugh.
That was because most of the people present were Nascent Soul paragons. As long as they focused their gazes, they would be able to tell that although the Dharmic weapon was small and exquisite, it was indeed in the form of a flying sword!
Furthermore, there were six faint patterns on the sword!
Although the Dharmic weapon was small, it was indeed a connate Dharmic weapon with six Dharmic patterns!
“What do we do now?”
“Both of them have refined connate Dharmic weapons and can be given the title of Great Weapon Refinement Masters. However, there’s no clear victor between the two of them and these two major sects.”
“Furthermore, Mo Ling seemed to have taken a shorter time than Ming Han to refine that weapon.”
Many cultivators discussed.
Everyone from Hundred Refinement Sect looked excited.
They had not expected things to turn out this way – an unexpected change of event seemed to have opened up a path of hope for them!
Ming Han frowned. He felt that something was amiss but he could not figure it out right away.
When he heard the discussions around him, he felt frustrated and his mind was even more confused.
“Even connate Dharmic weapons have differences in strength!”
Ming Han laughed coldly. “How can your embroidery needle be compared to my flying sword?”
“We’ll know once we compare.”
Su Zimo smiled indifferently and controlled the tiny and exquisite flying sword to stab towards Ming Han.
In the void, a cold glint flashed and the flying sword was already close!
Ming Han was shocked.
Without thinking, he summoned the flying sword that he had just refined and slashed at the incoming flying sword.
Ming Han shuddered.
His flying sword was repelled by the tiny flying sword and the glow on it dimmed significantly!
The cultivators were moved!
It could be said that Ming Han’s flying sword was merely repelled because his Dharmic powers were inferior to Su Zimo.
However, the fact that the glow of Ming Han’s flying sword dimmed proved that its blade was inferior to the tiny flying sword Su Zimo refined!
Su Zimo’s flying sword hovered in midair and shone with a milky white glow, as though it could absorb the energy of the scorching sun – it grew brighter by the moment!
The essence of the flying sword was the Illumination Stone!
Even a connate Dharmic weapon might not be able to challenge it!
When Su Zimo cultivated his Illumination Eye daily, it was by relying on the blazing sun.
The blazing sun and Illumination Stone had a mysterious connection to one another to begin with, so it was no surprise that something like this would happen.
However, to many cultivators, it was extremely shocking!
“Although this flying sword is small, it can attract the light of the blazing sun. It’s truly an eye-opener.”
“Seems like Hellfire Hall lost the weapon refinement battle.”
The expressions of the cultivators of Heavenly Dipper Sect, Chaos Essence Sect and Sword Sect darkened gradually.
If Hellfire Hall lost, they would have no reason to attack Hundred Refinement Sect!
It did not matter what would happen in the future. At the very least, Hundred Refinement Sect’s crisis at the Thousand Crane Tea Party would be resolved!
“Since they’re both connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapons, I think we should just consider this a draw,”
Right then, Perfected Lord Pang Lan of Heavenly Dipper Sect said indifferently.
“Why is it a draw?”
“That’s right, Ming Han’s flying sword is clearly not a match!”
“That’s right! We’re even just using an ordinary Weapon Tripod!”
There was no way the Hundred Refinement Sect cultivators would be willing to let things go just like that given their pent up frustrations.
Dao Lord Lan Yue stood out at the right time and said indifferently, “This weapon refinement competition is truly an eye-opener. Since both cultivators managed to refine connate Dharmic weapons, it should be a draw.”
“As for the difference in strength between the connate Dharmic weapons, it’s only natural for there to be a difference since they are being used by different cultivators.”
“Both of you will be Great Weapon Refinement Masters and you can share a cup of supreme-grade Mystic Tea together. This will be the end of the issue. There’s no need for further arguments!”
Dao Lord Lan Yue was clearly biased.
The Hundred Refinement Sect cultivators were indignant.
Dao Being Yu Ding shook his head and gestured for everyone to quiet down.
Thousand Crane Sect was the host of this tea party and since those were the words of a sect master, there was no point contesting further.
Jian Wuzong shouted, “That’s right! Hurry up and proceed to the next segment! It’s time to settle some grudges!”
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Instantly, countless murderous and hostile gazes landed on Su Zimo!
Countless people wanted to kill Su Zimo at the Thousand Crane Tea Party!
Dao Lord Lan Yue nodded. “Since that’s the case, I’ll invite the two of you to drink this tea and rest for a while. After that, we’ll proceed to the second segment of the tea party, the fight between the paragons!”
“Is he even fit to share a cup of tea with me?”
Just as everyone thought that this matter was over, Su Zimo opened his mouth slowly and sneered.
“Do you have any objections?”
Dao Lord Lan Yue’s gaze turned grim.
Su Zimo’s repeated provocations had already enraged her but she had been restraining herself.
“I’ve got no objections,”
Su Zimo replied indifferently, “However, the outcome of this weapon refinement fight is clear!”
Thereafter, he beckoned gently to the Weapon Tripod that was floating in midair and a large number of flying swords hovered out!
There were a total of 35!
Including the one earlier, there were a total of 36 flying swords that were identical!
The 36 flying swords shone in harmony with the blazing sun above their heads, emitting a milky white glow that was increasingly resplendent!
The crowd gasped.
That scene was way too shocking!
Even the three Dharma Characteristic Dao Lords present watched with widened eyes in disbelief.
“What in the world… is that?”
“This person refined a total of 36 flying swords and all of them are connate Dharmic weapons?”
“Not only are there 36 connate Dharmic weapons, they are identical as well! This is a complete set of flying swords! This is way too terrifying!”
“Heavens! Is this even humanly possible?”
It was shocking enough that he could refine a single connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon.
But now, Su Zimo threw out a huge lump of them – the visual and mental impact was indescribable!
The cultivators were dumbfounded and their jaws almost dropped to the ground.
“What’s the background of this guy? Everyone else has to painstakingly create a single connate Dharmic weapon and yet he’s able to mass produce them?!”
“What’s the point of competing then? Ming Han is bloody weak compared to this!”
As though he was struck by lightning, Ming Han slumped to the ground with widened eyes. His mind went blank as he shook his head repeatedly. “This is impossible, this is impossible!”
The repeated blows had already left him in a daze.