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“Mr. Han is going to refine weapons!”

“Refining weapons now?”

Refining weapons at such a critical moment?

Even if one were to refine weapons, shouldn’t one find a secluded place to do it?

“Protect Mr. Han,” Lu Zizheng glanced around and called out in a low voice.

Since Han Muye was a blacksmith and chose to refine weapons at this time, he naturally had his own considerations.

As a blacksmith invited by the Lu family, he was willing to stay and craft instead of leaving during such a moment; no matter what, they of the Zhenyue Guard had to fully support and protect him.

The Lu family descendants exchanged looks and positioned themselves about thirty feet away from Han Muye.

Han Muye didn’t pay attention to them; the Golden Crow Divine Flame in his hand flickered and split into hundreds.

Spiritual materials scattered and melted upon the divine flames, then converged into strands of golden torrents.

The God-Slaying Puppet Fighter standing behind him emitted divine light from its eyes, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

At this moment, Han Muye’s task was to repair the thirteen pieces of war soldiers and battle armors.

He had already detected earlier that as long as these ancient war soldiers and armors were repaired, and their power was gathered through formation techniques, they would display incredibly overwhelming strength.

That would be the power capable of contending with the Twelve-Winged Canan Tribe.

“Hum”

The torrents of spiritual materials soared, landing on those war soldiers and armors.

The damaged parts of the soldiers and armors were rapidly filled in.

Spiritual symbols slowly extended.

Endless Qi fell from the void, forming a funnel.

A force from heaven!

The anomaly here was sensed by the Canaan Tribe that was besieging the stronghold ahead.

Dozens of figures from the Canaan Tribe flew towards the scene.

“Guard!” Lu Zizheng shouted, leading the Zhenyue Guards to charge out.

In the distant stronghold, the sound of explosions and ruptures echoed, clearly indicating that the powerful members of the Zhenyue Guard were counterattacking, seeking to join them in support.

In an instant, battles fully erupted at both locations.

Meanwhile, at the center of the battle, Han Muye remained undisturbed; his hands directed the golden light that was guiding those spiritual symbols, extending them rapidly.

To the naked eye, it was visible that the power within these broken armors and soldiers was reviving, like Desolate Ancient Beasts awakening.

The sensation of such power caused the sky above to ripple with Rolling Clouds.

“Kill”

From afar, roaring sounds arose as hundreds of Canaan Tribe figures charged forth.

The atmosphere was covered with the power of qi and blood, shaping into a continuous stretch of golden wings, slamming down from above.

The Canaan Tribe’s military formation, once linked, possessed a power that cultivators of the world could not withstand.

The explosion of golden Flowing Light instantly overwhelmed even the Primordial Puppet Fighters.

“Fall back” a shout came from the stronghold.

Han Muye did not retreat.

Neither did Lu Zizheng and the rest.

“God-slaying Senior,” Han Muye calmly spoke up and waved his hand.

The recently repaired golden battle sword flew out.

The God-Slaying Puppet Fighter reached out to catch the long sword and took a step forward.

“Hum”

Its figure instantly grew to a thousand feet tall, becoming a mountain by itself.

The golden long sword also grew to a thousand feet, resembling a colossal pillar.

The long sword was raised, drawing all the power within the surroundings to converge around it.

Ancient combat weapons came with inherent Rules!

A multitude of whirlwinds emerged, forming ten tornadoes around the sword.

Inside the tornadoes, everything was a cutting edge.

“Kill.”

The thousand-foot Puppet Fighter shouted, and the long sword thunderously slashed down.

With this strike, the ten whirlwinds exploded, numerous blades scattered flying out, tearing the sky and earth apart.

All things will be cleaved!

This is the power of a Universe-level combat weapon that has been repaired!

Even if a star were in its path, it couldn’t withstand this sword at this moment.

“Boom”

The sky filled with golden wings was split by a single sword strike, and hundreds of Canaan figures fell while spitting blood.

One sword defeated the Canaan Tribe’s battle formation.

“Seeking death—” From a distance, a low shout rang out as three Six-winged Canaan figures swiftly approached, their combined power of qi and blood surging.

Golden light condensed within the three vertical eyes, striking towards the God-Slaying Puppet Fighter.

The God-Slaying Puppet Fighter raised the long sword in front of itself.

When the golden light from the vertical eyes made contact with the power on the sword, it exploded into a boundless gale.

Rules clashed against rules!

Within the raging wind, Lu Zizheng and others couldn’t stand their ground and were forced to retreat.

“Who wishes to command these war soldiers and armors?”

Behind them, Han Muye’s voice sounded.

They turned around to see the thirteen battle armors and thirteen war spears already repaired, radiating with golden light and floating motionlessly.

These armors and soldiers had been fully restored!

“I want one!”

“I want one!”

“Give me one!”

Seeing everyone scrambling, Han Muye looked serious and said, “Your souls and cultivation abilities are insufficient. Once you wield this kind of combat weapon, your Great Spiritual will slowly erode you.”

“Before long, you might become nothing but killing machines that only know battle.”

“The military formations of ancient times were trained in this very manner.”

You would base such strength on your own power and then merge it with the war soldiers and battle armors.

By the time you have integrated with the war soldiers and battle armors, you would no longer be yourself.

You would become a true combat weapon.

This is the origin of the Puppet Fighters from ancient times.

Later improvements to the technique of refining Puppet Fighters meant that humans were no longer used in blood refinement.

The lineage of teachings in the cultivation world has, after all, progressed.

But such progress has come at the cost of ample combat strength.

The war soldiers and battle armors before Han Muye now each contain the power of a Half-Step Cosmic Order.

The key is that when forming a battle formation, their strength increases tenfold; that is where the real power lies.

“Rest assured, Mr. Han, for the Lu family, for the protection of the divine realm, this life is a small price to pay,” Lu Zizheng said with a hearty laugh, stretching out his hand to grab the long spear before him.

The others, too, did not hesitate to reach for the war spears and black armors.

There were only thirteen sets of them, yet here were eighteen people.

Lu Yushen extended his hand to grab a combat weapon but was pushed aside by a burly Han Muye beside him.

“Brother Sen,” Lu Yushen said, looking at the burly Han Muye as he grinned and donned the black armor, then took hold of the war spear.

Han Muye shook his head lightly.

These thirteen descendants of the Lu family, once they put on the armor and grasped the combat weapon, would truly become killing machines.

Although he had repaired the armors and weapons, due to time constraints and lack of sufficient nurturing, he couldn’t completely remove the residual Great Spiritual from within the war soldiers and battles armors.

All he could do from here was try his best to ensure these people’s souls lasted a little longer.

That way, the erosion by the armors and combat weapons would take a bit longer, but that would also mean they would endure more suffering.

“Boom”

Thirteen pillars of golden light rose to the skies.

The figures of thirteen Bright Mountain golden-armored generals emerged.

Golden-armored generals, long spears in hand.

In that moment, a radius of a hundred thousand miles was shaken to its core.

“Giant Spirit.”

“Giant Spirit”

“Giant Spirit!”

The howling sounds triggered the surrounding Qi to explode. The members of the Canaan Tribe with only two wings couldn’t even manage to flee in mid-air; they were shaken to the ground.

The golden light from the thirteen long spears interconnected, turning into a ferocious Bright Mountain dragon.

The power of the battle formation.

In this moment, the power of an Ancient Battle Array that had been sealed for countless years was revived.

This was a display of power from the cultivation world.

This was the Power of Artifact Refining in the cultivation world.

“Buzz”

The God-Slaying Puppet Fighter pointed the golden sword in its hand forward.

The dragon roared, charging ahead and ramming into what lay before it.

Countless specks of golden light scattered, piercing through the bodies of the Canaan Tribe.

No one could withstand it!

The reappearance of an ancient military formation, even with just thirteen Giant Spirit generals, was enough to sweep away the Canaan Tribe before them.

Golden light cascaded down as the battle formation advanced.

Unstoppable.

Absolutely unstoppable.

The concentrated golden light with every swing meant a clean sweep within ten thousand feet.

“Boom”

The figures of several hundred Canaan Tribe members with four wings were cut down as they flew in.

One after another, bodies fell.

“Retreat”

A loud shout sounded from afar.

The Canaan Tribe’s wings that blocked the sun latched together, then they all dashed to one side.

Out of the Zhenyue Guard garrison, the Lu Family Descendants lined up and rushed out, falling into line before the thirteen war generals.

“Lu Zizheng!”

“Lu Yusheng!”

Whispers sounded.

The bodies of the thirteen war generals slowly dissipated into nothingness, revealing Lu Zizheng and the others.

Following Lu Zizheng, the Lu Family Descendants stepped forward and reported in a low voice.

The black-armored commander of the Zhenyue Guard showed a look of astonishment on his face and turned to look at Han Muye.

“Lu Gengyi has seen Mr. Han, thank you for your help,” he said.

Without Han Muye’s intervention, all of the Lu Family Descendants here would have perished.

“They should have already acted on their plan to support from the periphery,” Han Muye looked at the Zhenyue Guard commander calmly, “Now is the time to move, we can still make it.”

After speaking, he turned to look at Lu Zizheng and the thirteen others, his expression turning grave.

“You have more important matters to attend to,” he said.

“The Lu Family Patriarch and others are trapped in Mu Ya City, you must go to their rescue.”