Weapon Master

Chapter 574

Chapter 574 - Secluded Night Divine Palace Palace Master

"What's the situation?"

In the evening, three figures quietly appeared under a large tree deep inside the Sword Crafting Valley. They were none other than Shen Guan, Qing Ye and Mu Kui.

"It's been more than ten days since the third time I took the Divine Armament's Will form. There's still no movement from inside." Ge Teng was a little suspicious. If there really was a Grandmaster forging in the space inside the cliff, with his astonishing speed, he should already be out the fourth Divine Armament.

"Could it be that our judgement is wrong?" Qing Ye frowned.

"It's only been about ten days. Maybe he doesn't have enough materials, or maybe the Divine Armament he's forging is very complicated. Let's wait patiently and see."

"..."

The sky was getting darker, and people were flashing up and down the cliff.

After so many days, those Martial Warriors with weaker cultivations had already left quietly, in case something bad happened and they were caught in the crossfire. The remaining thousands of people, were at least Stage Six Martial Master, or even Stage Seven Martial Master of the eighth step.

As time passed, the figures of a few Stage Nine Rankers were gradually discovered.

The tall and sturdy old man at the top of the cliff who flashed past occasionally seemed to be the Great Clan Elder of the Divine Weapon Pavilion, Shen Guan.

One afternoon, an old man and a young man appeared in front of the Lunar Tomb. The young girl seemed to be the little princess of the Great Tang Empire, Tang Yun. Other than the founder of the Great Tang Empire, Tang Moyang, who else could he be?

Early one morning, a red-haired old man with a tall nose and deep eyes stood by the side of the Sword Monument for a long time. It was not until he had left that a nearby Martial Lord with a beard and white hair remembered that the red-haired old man seemed to be the founder of the Mo Yun Empire, the Peak Stage Nine Ranker Mo Huang.

One day at dusk, a graceful, refined and middle-aged man was greeting Shen Guan on the peak of the cliff.

Another day, a fat Fat Old Man and a beautiful white-haired woman appeared at the bottom of the cliff …

… ….

"Not only is Shen Guan here, even the founding ancestors of the three great empires, Tang Moyang, Mo Huang and Sha Mi, have come. And that woman, seems to be Mountain River's younger sister, Shan Lan?"

Between the giant rocks thousands of meters away from the Lunar Tomb, a wrinkled and haggard old man in white sat cross-legged on the ground, softly talking with a gloomy face.

The white clothed elderly man was Tang Mochang.

When he said the three words "Tang Moyang," the anger in his tone was extremely obvious.

Furious Waves City could also be considered a branch of the Great Tang Empire Royal Family. Back then, when Tang Moyang founded the Great Tang Empire, Tang Mochang did a great job as well. However, two years ago, when Tang Huan caused such a ruckus in the Tang Family, the royal family of the Tang Dynasty did not even have a single expression, which made him extremely angry.

Now that he had stepped into the Stage Nine Martial Saint realm, Tang Mochang's ambitions were already high, and he was prepared to personally make a move, look for an opportunity to kill Tang Huan, but reality gave him a severe slap on the face. In just two short years, Tang Huan had already turned from a Stage Seven Martial Master into a Peak Stage Nine Ranker.

Even the "Eight Remoteness Dragon King", one of the eight great Demon King s, had been killed by Tang Huan.

In the eyes of the vast majority of the people in the world, a person who had just broken through to the Stage Nine Martial Saint was also a strong Ranker, but in the eyes of a Demon King like the Eight Remoteness Dragon King, he was not much different from a Martial Lord of the eighth step. Right now, even the Eight Remoteness Dragon King was not Tang Huan's opponent. If he were to go kill Tang Huan, it would be equivalent to seeking death.

After finding out about Tang Huan's condition, Tang Mochang was both shocked and fearful.

He had originally wanted to give up, but once he thought about how he would ask "Secluded Night Divine Palace" to assassinate Tang Huan, even the roots would be uprooted if news of that. As a result, when he found out that the Sword Crafting Valley might have come to live, he rushed over without hesitation.

If he could have the Divine Armament in his possession, he could have gained an additional layer of protection.

But he never thought that after arriving at the Sword Crafting Valley, he would discover that there were many Rankers who had been here, and their whereabouts were far beyond his imagination. Even, Mo Huang, Sha Mi and Shan Lan, the Peak Stage Nine Rankers who had not moved in dozens of years, came.

With this level of Peak Stage Nine Ranker here, his chances of obtaining the Divine Armament was extremely slim.

"None of these people are good!" Tang Mochang's face twitched, he gritted his teeth, and a string of words came out from his mouth, "If you let me obtain the Divine Armament …"

"You're right, they're not good people!" Just then, a voice that was faint as a gossamer thread suddenly interrupted him, interrupting Tang Mochang's words.

"Who?"

Tang Mochang sprung up like a spring as he roared out, the hairs on his entire body stood up, a cold feeling rushed straight from his spine to his skull. The voice from earlier had almost entered his ears, but with his strength, he had not sensed the presence of anyone nearby.

"Don't be nervous."

The soft voice rang out once more.

Tang Mochang's pupils constricted, and he immediately turned around to look, only to see a black figure walking over from a crack a few metres away. That person had a tall and slender body, was completely wrapped in a black robe, on his face was a mask, and only two of his black eyes were revealed. What surprised Tang Mochang the most, was that when he walked forward, he did not even seem to touch the ground, and from the looks of it, he looked like a ghost that was floating in the air.

"Who are you?"

Tang Mochang was extremely vigilant. After hearing the uninvited guest's voice and looking at his clothing, he couldn't tell if he was male or female, old or young.

"Brother Mo Chang is really forgetful. Two years ago, we made a deal." The man laughed.

"Trade? "What kind of deal?"

Tang Mochang stared blankly for a moment, then laughed coldly, his vigilance and wariness not relaxing in the slightest, "Does this old man remember any trade with you?"

That person was not angered and laughed: "Since you do not remember, then I will remind you, Crescent City, Soundwave Pavilion."

"Soundwave Pavilion..."

Tang Mochang was startled, then his face changed as though he had seen a ghost, and retreated two steps, "You... You. You are the hall master of the 'Secluded Night Divine Palace'? "

"Brother Mo Chang finally remembers."

That man said smilingly, "After all, our 'Secluded Night Divine Palace' had made a loss. In order to assassinate Tang Huan, we had already lost many archers. You know how difficult it is to raise a good archer. Not only that, after numerous consecutive failures, those strongholds of our Secluded Night Divine Palace s in the Glory Continent have also been pulled to the brim by the Divine Weapon Pavilion. "

"What does this have to do with me?" Tang Mochang clenched his teeth and said with a gloomy face.

"Of course it's related to Brother Mo Chang."

That person said in a slow and unhurried manner, "Since I discovered that it was a loss-making deal, I naturally couldn't continue losing money like this. Now that there's a chance to correct it, how can I be wrong?"

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