665 Great Saber Breaker Art! (1/2)
Whoosh!
The extreme heat waves that spread out from the secret chamber in Sword Crafting Hall were instantly gone. The temperature around the hundreds of sword pools in Sword Crafting Hall and the forges also seemed to have been largely reduced.
While Happy, Ten Thousand Swords, and more than one thousand mighty northern clansmen stood outside Sword Crafting Hall, they were surprised when they sensed the temperature around them rapidly reduce. When the cold touched their faces, they cried out in shock! The mighty northern clansmen discovered to their amazement that snow, which had not fallen above Sword Crafting Hall for hundreds of years, had begun to fall heavily.
Thin crystalline snowflakes fell around the Sword Crafting Hall disciples and on their shoulders.
Their faces were filled with shock, and they did not quite know what to do.
The sounds of robes fluttering came from behind the crowd.
When they turned their heads around to look, they saw a group of old northern clansmen with their hair tied in a top knot. They hurried over quickly, and when they noticed the scene of snowflakes everywhere above Sword Crafting Hall, they were so astonished that their faces turned pale, and they repeated the same two sentences over and over.
”Unless the fire in Sword Crafting Hall extinguishes, snow will not fall from above.”
”Unless the fire in Sword Crafting Hall extinguishes, snow will not fall from above!”
The mighty northern clansmen around them said nothing. They felt baffled, but they did not dare to be inattentive to the two old men who were dressed in silver robes and stood in the lead. They spoke in an incredibly respectful manner.
”Great Dharma Protector!”
”Second Dharma Protector!”
Regardless of whether it was the Sword Crafting Hall disciples or the clan elders, when they saw the two old men, all of them had earnest, respectful expressions on their faces, and it was enough to show their status in the mighty northern clan.
”Dharma protectors, why are you here?” An elder who was in the early stage of Inaction Realm hurried to their side with an obsequious smile.
The two old men pretended to not have seen him. Their faces were pale while they continued to rush toward Sword Crafting Hall without slowing down.
”Who's inside?” The speaker was incredibly urgent.
”Only the clan master, the master of Sword Sect, and that person from the Nangong Clan…” the mighty northern clan elder quickly answered.
The hasty actions from the group of old men caused quite a number of Sword Sect and Nangong Clan disciples to frown in the crowd. Some of them instinctively blocked the entrance of Sword Crafting Hall. It seemed like they did not quite want too many people to enter inside it.
”Stay where you are!”
”The divine weapon is about to be repaired. Our sect master has already given orders that no one is to bother the clan master.”
”Our clan master has given his orders.”
More than ten Inaction Realm martial artists stood out to stop them. They drew their weapons while speaking.
”Hmph!”
They still did not slow down. The two old silver-robed Dharma protectors slapped their waists simultaneously, and two dazzling cold glares shone in front of that group of people.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
More than ten weapons fell to the ground with loud clinging sounds, and all of them were broken into two.
The Sword Sect and Nangong Clan disciples held broken weapons in their hands. They sucked in sharp breaths and looked at each other at a loss. They were wary of the two old men who were like monsters.
However, the two old men were still blocked, and their expressions were slightly unhappy.
”You're pretty daring. Forget Heaven Shaker Fortress, there aren't many people who would dare point their weapons at us in the world of martial artists. You're thinking about using those rusty steel bars of yours to intercept the two of us? Hmph! You overestimate yourself!”
Happy said nothing. He just watched everything from the crowd.
The people from Sword Sect and the Nangong Clan mostly used swords, and they should all be swords made by famous swordsmiths. They were definitely not ”rusty steel bars” the two old men mentioned.
However, the old men attacked at an incredibly astonishing speed, and the whip swords at their waists were no ordinary items. They became straight right when they flicked them, and their sharp sword glare contained a chill that made his skin crawl.
All of their actions were completed in one breath, and the swords from more than ten Inaction Realm elites were broken. Such skills were something that even normal Myth Realm martial artists did not have.
'Where did those monsters come from?' Happy grumbled in his heart.
There were already three peerless Myth Realm martial artists whose strength was something Happy could not hope to match up to in Sword Crafting Hall. And things had just gotten better. Two more monsters came out. Just what sort of quest was he doing?
The Sword Sect and Nangong Clan disciples were clearly shocked by the two old men's astonishing skills. Their faces were pale, and they did not dare act recklessly.
The Sword Sect Master's loud and arrogant voice came from within Sword Crafting Hall.