Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 62 Where there is a divine sword, there must be a demonic blade (Seeking first subscription!)
"Of course it has drawbacks!"

Xiang Qiezheng said, "The Divine Sword Dragon Capture may not look big, but it actually weighs 140 pounds. How can an ordinary person lift it with one hand?"

“What kind of drawback is that?” Hongxiu couldn’t help but laugh. “A cripple is born with superhuman strength, so he’s the perfect candidate.”

Xiang Qiezheng said, "Another thing is that it consumes a lot of internal energy. If you don't have enough internal energy or don't control it properly, it will backfire on you."

"Hey~!" The little beggar clapped her hands. "Shao Yang really is known for his profound internal strength." She counted on her fingers. "Look, Shao Yang is strong and has plenty of internal strength. His swordsmanship is superb. Isn't he the chosen master of the Divine Sword Capturing Dragon?!"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Qiezheng nodded in agreement: "That's true, it's just like the 'Sword God' has come to life."

Meanwhile, He Can on the other side looked on incredulously: "Damn it, I thought the Golden Serpent was invincible, but who knew that the Dragon Capture was even more bizarre and terrifying!"

His expression grew increasingly grim. "Damn it, a dragon and a snake are fighting, are you going to suppress the ancestor for the rest of your life?"

Enraged, He Can leaped forward, his long sword flashing like a startled snake, striking Ren Shaoyang's brow and abdomen with two sharp blows.

Ren Shaoyang parried with his palm, but with two sharp sounds, in a flash, the clear blue blade appeared on the left and right, blocking the incoming sword.

He Can twirled the Golden Snake Sword, its blade reflecting the firelight, and several golden sword energies hissed as they shot out.

Before he could react, Ren Shaoyang spun around and flicked his fingers, and with a whoosh, the sword blade shot out from his fingertips like a waterfall, knocking him back.

He Can was both shocked and furious, and his attack became even faster and more ferocious.

Inside the main room, two beams of light, one blue and one gold, appeared and disappeared in an instant. The dragon-capturing creature and the golden snake flew like clouds and lightning, and only the flickering flames could be seen, with no human figures visible.

Ren Shaoyang raised his hands and feet, his fists, palms and fingers striking out simultaneously. The sword blade rose and fell in his hands, all aimed at He Can's vulnerable side. In addition, the Great Vajra Divine Power was concentrated into a single point, making his moves as powerful as a hammer smashing nails.

With several consecutive "bangs," the old ancestor Tianyi's face turned red again, and he could only dodge.

"Damn it, I couldn't beat you without the Golden Serpent, and I still can't beat you even with it. Did I forge the Golden Serpent for nothing?"

With a sudden flick of his wrist, He Can unleashed a long, resounding hum, and the Golden Snake Sword instantly split into nine golden snake hairpins. But that wasn't all; as he poured his inner energy into each hairpin, it was still connected by gold dust, making it resemble a long golden whip when held in his hand.

"Hey kid, you grow taller and I grow taller too! Let's see who's longer and stronger!"

He Can swung the "whip" wildly, and wherever it passed, golden light flashed wildly, and nothing was broken.

Upon seeing this, everyone quickly dodged, fearing that a collision would result in broken limbs and shattered bodies.

Ren Shaoyang laughed: "Why bother?" He channeled his energy into his palm, and a nimble sword blade shot out from his palm, instantly transforming into a three-foot-long sword.

He took three steps in two, rushing to the old ancestor's side, and with a "whoosh," thrust his sword at him.

What was merely a simple thrust to others was, in He Can's eyes, an extraordinary and domineering sword strike, the internal force infused into it unparalleled in the world.

He Can asked in surprise and doubt, "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Ren Shaoyang replied with two words: "Sword Overlord!"

A sharp clang.

The dragon-capturing strike landed squarely in the center of the "Golden Snake Whip," knocking one of the golden snake hairpins away. However, the remaining eight golden snake hairpins suddenly bent and flew in the opposite direction as Shao Yang thrust them.

Ren Shaoyang leaned back sharply, the golden snake hairpin whizzing past his face. In that instant, he spun around and thrust his sword back, its brilliance like stars.

The old ancestor was greatly alarmed and hurriedly leaped backward, but a cold star suddenly flew towards him, like a tangible stream of water rushing towards his face.

The Golden Serpent Sword transforming into a long whip consumed a great deal of internal energy, and even He Can, with his skill, felt he could not continue. Seeing this, he shouted and unleashed his internal energy.

With a few clanging sounds, the golden snake hairpin reunited into a sword, which the ancestor twisted with a backhand.

The sound of two swords clashing could be heard continuously.

Seeing his ferocious expression, like a trapped beast struggling, Ren Shaoyang suddenly let out a long howl, moved swiftly, and captured the dragon like a flower blooming, bringing out patches of blue light.

His sudden shift from defense to offense was incredibly powerful, causing He Can to panic and lose his composure.

Ren Shaoyang spotted the opening and with two quick strikes, opened the Golden Snake Sword, allowing him to advance unimpeded.

"Ancestor, this round is indeed won by me, Ren!"

With a "snap," Ren Shaoyang sheathed his divine sword, turned around, and flicked out a sleeve, striking He Can squarely in the chest.

Although he refrained from using the Dragon-Capturing Technique to kill the enemy out of consideration for the old patriarch's kindness to the little beggar, Ren Shaoyang's "Great Vajra Divine Power" was simply too strong. The old patriarch was unable to control himself and was immediately sent flying.

He Can coughed up blood and rolled around like a giant wheel, eventually tumbling to the doorway.

Upon reaching the door, the old ancestor seized the opportunity to leap forward, like a flying fish emerging from the water, desperately escaping outside while shouting and yelling.

"Ren Shaoyang, your ancestors are truly impressed. As long as you remain in the Central Plains, I will stay far away from you!"

Everyone was slightly taken aback when they saw the famous Tianyi Ancestor fleeing so easily. Hearing his shouts before leaving, their expressions became even more strange.

Ding An looked at Hong Xiu: "Little beggar, is this old ancestor not coming back?"

Hongxiu sighed and said, "The old man's face is dark, and his lifespan is short. He must have kept his word."

As the two were talking, they suddenly heard Xiang Qiezheng shout, "Master Ren, the firepower is enough! Start reforging Miss Hongxiu's sword now!"

Then Ding'an pulled the bellows hard, and the fire snake shot into the sky again.

Ren Shaoyang nodded, then suddenly seemed to remember something and exclaimed, "Wait!"

Xiang Qiezheng was taken aback and stopped the divine hammer that was about to strike.

Ren Shaoyang's figure flashed, and after a short while, he flashed back, holding a blood-red Burmese knife in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Ding'an, Hongxiu, and Zhao Zheng all exclaimed in unison, "The Blood-Transforming Divine Blade?"

Ren Shaoyang placed the knife on the anvil and laughed, "Exactly!"

"Master Xiang, add this knife and forge a new one for the little beggar!" Xiang Qiezheng's gaze sharpened as he murmured, "Now that two divine swords have been forged, I wonder if this knife is a demonic knife or a divine knife."

After saying this, he raised the divine hammer and slammed it down on the Robbery Blade, the Blood Transformation Divine Blade, and the Golden Scale Steel. A loud bang was heard, sparks flew everywhere, and all the materials were mixed into a large ball of golden-red iron, with fragments scattered all over the ground.

Xiang Qie wiped away the sweat from his brow, then swung his hammer with lightning speed, striking the iron ball dozens of times until it was the size of a palm. But he was exhausted and could only shout to Ren Shaoyang, "Great Hero Ren, please help me again!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Alright!" He raised his hand, and a sword blade shot out from his palm like a vine, which actually rolled up the iron ball. He strode to the small furnace.

At this moment, bursts of blue and red flames were already billowing out of the furnace mouth. Ren Shaoyang casually waved his hand and sent the iron ball into the furnace.

Upon seeing this, Ding'an suddenly yanked the bellows, and the firepower immediately became fierce, rising from the chimney like a red dragon, a truly spectacular sight.

Ren Shaoyang stood with his hands behind his back, staring sternly at the small divine furnace. At that moment, Hongxiu walked over.

"Crippled man, what do you think the forged knife will look like?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "The Blood Transformation Divine Blade alone is enough to dominate the world. Now that it has been enhanced with Golden Scale Steel and Starfall Cold Iron, I can't even imagine how powerful this blade will be."

Hongxiu chuckled foolishly and said, "Then if I use it, would I be considered the number one swordsman in the world?"

Ding An shook his head and said, "With me here, you're second to none!"

Hongxiu snorted: "We'll talk about it after we've fought!"

As the three were chatting and laughing, Xiang Qiezheng watched as the knife shape gradually took shape in the furnace and told Ding'an that there was no need to increase the temperature any further.

Ding An put down the handle and ran towards the two of them with a smile.

Whether it was because he was running in a hurry or because he didn't look at the anvil under his feet, he suddenly felt a strong force in his chest and stumbled.

"Ouch~!"

Ding'an staggered a few steps, finally losing his balance, cried out in alarm, and fell forward.

But as he fell, the pendant inside his clothes seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and it flew out with a whoosh and fell straight into the furnace!

With a whoosh, the flames of the small divine furnace suddenly shot up into the sky, turning from red to white. After being roasted like this, the surface of the furnace turned even redder, as if it were about to drip blood.

The three of them felt a wave of heat hitting their faces, as if it were the height of summer, but the furnace was blazing, with flames shooting towards them.

Ding'an was closer to the furnace opening, and his black robe immediately caught fire. Hongxiu hurriedly ran up to put it out.

Upon seeing such an alarmingly high fever, Zhao Zheng and the others hurriedly fled.

Suddenly, the small furnace began to rumble violently, as if thunder was rumbling inside, and flames surged and pierced through the furnace walls.

Upon seeing this, Xiang Qiezheng's face turned pale: "Damn it! Is the little furnace going to explode too? What did I burn out?!" With that, he yelled and rushed to the furnace to protect it with his body.

Ren Shaoyang reacted quickly, grabbing his collar and shouting, "Master Xiang, don't do this, don't do this!"

Xiang Qie was struggling and crying loudly, "Mommy, I knew it, I knew it! I had a premonition last night that the little furnace was going to explode!"

Zhao Zheng and the other two, along with Ding An, also gathered around and offered their words of comfort.

Just then, a flash of light appeared inside the furnace.

Because of the noisy scene and the towering flames, no one noticed.

Only the little beggar possessed "sharp eyesight," and when he was struck by a flash of light, he abruptly turned his head.

Surprisingly, they discovered a piece of text floating in mid-air amidst the blazing firelight. However, with a soft "crack," something seemed to shatter, and the light vanished instantly.

Despite being illiterate, the little beggar remembered the words and images from that fleeting glimpse.

"bass"!
Just then, a sharp, ringing sound was heard.

Xiang Qiezheng suddenly turned his head and couldn't help but exclaim "Eh!" He hurriedly pushed through the crowd, ignoring the high temperature, and approached the small divine furnace to examine it closely.

After a long pause, Xiang Qiezheng suddenly slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Oh dear, what happened? The knife is done!"

"It's done?" Ren Shaoyang was stunned.

"Huh?" The little beggar was also completely bewildered.

Ding'an: (￣△￣;)
Then Xiang Qiezheng took out iron tongs and pulled out a three-foot-long steel sheet from the furnace.

Strangely enough, the furnace had been shaking as if it were about to explode, but when the steel sheet was taken out, it calmed down. It was truly miraculous.

Ding An rushed over and asked, "This, this is the reforged treasure sword?"

Ren Shaoyang also stepped forward to take a look and saw that it was a curved knife about three feet long.

The blade is as beautiful as a delicate eyebrow, with a crimson spine that shimmers with light, and a clear, ice-crystal-like edge.

What's even more peculiar is that a faint glimmer of gold shines from the hilt to the blade, giving the knife a striking and fierce beauty.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at it and couldn't help but frown: "Both are made with Golden Scale Steel, but the Golden Serpent Sword looks like a rich landlord, while this knife doesn't look rich at all?"

Ding An rolled her eyes at him: "You want that little beggar to carry a gold knife? Why don't you just have her get gold teeth?"

Ren Shaoyang thought about it and agreed, then laughed and said, "Damn it, that really doesn't look good!" As he spoke, he looked at Hongxiu and asked, "Little beggar, what do you think of this knife?"

In a short time, the scimitar had cooled down and no longer emitted any scorching heat.

The little beggar's eyes lit up with wonder, and he said dreamily, "This knife is so beautiful!"

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up the knife.

(End of this chapter)