The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

San Shi swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva and forced himself to stand up.

The ground trembled as the massive body took a step.

He moved step by step to Qian Hua, lowering his huge head, not daring to look at the red-hot sword blank.

"S-Sir..."

Qian Hua didn't waste any words.

His mental energy instantly condensed into a thin thread that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, and slashed directly at San Shi's thick arm.

"Sizzle—!"

A soft sound.

San Shi's prized Lord-level scale armor was like a thin sheet of paper in front of that strand of mental energy.

The skin was easily torn apart, and a deep cut was left open.

A sharp pain struck.

A large amount of hot, dark red blood gushed out instantly.

Qian Hua was prepared, and his mental energy directly caught the handful of highly active Lord-level blood.

He poured all the blood, brimming with violent energy, onto the crimson sword blank on the workbench.

"Zzzzzzz—!!!"

A deafening sound of liquid vaporization exploded, and thick, blood-red steam instantly filled the entire forging table.

San Shi's eyes rolled back violently, and he felt a sudden blackout in his vision from the pain.

His thick arm twitched uncontrollably, the muscles at the wound site twisting and turning.

This guy is a complete lunatic! Using my blood to temper something?!

San Shi cursed wildly in his heart, wishing he could tear Qian Huasheng apart.

But when he noticed Qian Hua's actions, San Shi instantly swallowed back all his resentment.

He endured the excruciating pain, his lips curving into an exaggerated smile that was the epitome of ingratiation.

"Ouch... I'm so lucky to be able to help you, sir!" San Shi gasped in pain, his voice trembling.

As long as I can live, what's a little blood loss?

Qian Hua completely ignored San Shi's flattery; his eyes were fixed on the Yuanbing in his hand.

The blood mist gradually dissipated.

The sword blank, which was originally bright red, has now darkened in color.

The blood was not completely evaporated; instead, it seeped into the metal's texture along the surface of the sword blank.

In ancient times, people would sacrifice themselves to forge divine weapons. Legend has it that the essence and soul of a living person, when infused into the furnace, could bring life to even the dead iron.

Does my situation have a similar aspect?

Qian Hua looked at the sword blank in front of him.

The life energy and source energy contained in blood do indeed change the physical properties of ordinary metals.

Quenching complete.

The sword blade had a cold, dark gray color, and its surface was covered with rings of bewitching red patterns formed by blood.

Qian Hua reached out his hand, carefully sensing the aura emanating from the sword.

A violent and bloodthirsty aura emanated from the sword.

"There's an indescribable aura of killing intent about him; he's definitely different from before." A hint of fanaticism flashed in Qian Hua's eyes.

The embryo is formed.

Now, only the last step, which also had the highest failure rate in the past, remains.

Inscribe runes.

This was a step that had been simulated countless times before, but had always failed due to material failure.

If this fusion of spiritual power and source energy becomes overloaded, the sword will still shatter into pieces.

Qian Hua dared not hesitate for a moment, as the activity of the material was time-limited and had to be completed immediately.

He suddenly mobilized all his mental energy.

Spiritual power forms the blade, and a deep blue light condenses at the fingertips.

He stared at the sword, and the spirit carving knife landed steadily on the hilt, beginning to carve runes and arrays.

As the first stroke was made, the red patterns on the sword suddenly lit up.

The blood of a lord-level being endowed it with extraordinary resilience, allowing it to withstand the blow.

Qian Hua's brain began to operate beyond its capacity, and his intellectual authority was pushed to its limit.

The second stroke, the third stroke...

A complex array gradually spread across the sword.

Qian Hua had clearly done this step in his mind many times, and every angle was etched into his memory.

But when he actually faced this high concentration of energy compression, he was still so nervous that he broke out in a sweat.

Sweat streamed down his face. There could be no mistakes.

The final step.

Qian Hua gritted his teeth, his fingertips shining brightly, and made the final stroke with all his might.

"Click."

The final stroke of the formation is complete.

The entire forging workshop fell into a deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, a dark light surged from the sword.

The light, carrying a violent pulling force, lasted only a second before receding.

The longsword returned to its original calm.

But a chillingly sharp aura surged forth from the sword like a flood bursting its banks!

That sharp edge truly tore through the air.

A deep cut appeared silently on the anvil next to it.

Qian Hua grabbed the longsword.

Mental energy flowed freely within the sword.

Qian Hua exclaimed with delight, "I did it! I finally did it!"

Qian Hua stroked the dark gray spine of the sword with his fingertips.

The metal surface was cold and hard, but the bewitching red patterns that had been irrigated with blood exuded an eerie warmth.

The temperature is like that of a living thing.

He concentrated, his gaze fixed on the newly forged weapon.

A string of pale blue data runes rapidly reassembled in front of my retina, eventually forming a clear attribute panel.

[Unnamed] (Attack-type Source Soldier)

[Source Soldier Quality: A]

Combat Power: 61590

[Original Soldier Core Effect: Significantly increases damage, but requires Bloodthirst after each sword strike.]

Sixty-one thousand five hundred and ninety.

Upon seeing this number, Qian Hua's heart skipped a beat.

Currently, the combat power of the number one person in the Dragon Kingdom is only slightly over 50,000.

The one in his hand broke the 60,000 mark, and its quality reached an astonishing A grade.

"It's not just the terrifying combat stats, but also this core special effect."

"The significant increase in damage means that its combat power of over 60,000 is not its limit. Given the right conditions, its destructive power can instantly jump to a whole new level."

As for the cost.

Each time you draw your sword, you must drink blood.

A slight smile appeared on Qian Hua's lips.

It's either my own blood or the monster's blood.

Since it is a freak created by forcibly hybridizing the blood essence of alien beasts and source energy, bloodlust is its very nature.

"nice one."

Qian Hua flicked the sword lightly with his finger.

"Zheng—!!"

The sword's cry was low and hoarse, like a wild beast trapped in a cage smelling blood.

"What a fine sword."

Qian Hua reached out and stroked the sword from the hilt to the tip.

This sensation captivated him, as if he were caressing a child he had delivered himself.

"Since your special effect is blood-drinking, let's call you the Blood-Drinking Sword."

The moment the words fell.

The data panel in front of my retina flickered, and the three missing words at the top were quickly filled in.

Blood-Drinking Sword

The red patterns on the sword then lit up with a dazzling red light, and a violent aura rushed from the hilt directly into Qian Hua's palm.

He did not reject this aura; instead, he allowed it to merge with his spiritual power, completely imprinting it with his own spiritual mark.