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

in the corner.

San Shi's enormous body shrunk into a ball.

His thick arm, severed by mental energy, was still dripping blood, and the dark red blood on the ground had pooled together.

Due to excessive blood loss, his vision blurred intermittently.

In reality, given his recovery ability, this injury was nothing, but he deliberately made himself look more miserable.

I hope to evoke the other party's sympathy.

San Shi dared not utter a sound, not even daring to breathe heavily, but he did a very good job of putting on a show.

He looked as if he might collapse at any moment.

But one thing is true: fear.

That wisp of spiritual energy just now sliced ​​through his proud lord-level scales as easily as cutting tofu.

This made him realize that the thin human in front of him was a complete monster.

However, when the dark gray longsword took shape and emitted a beast-like low growl...

San Shi's gaze was uncontrollably drawn to it.

As a lord-level monster, his perception of danger is far more acute than that of ordinary humans.

The moment the Blood-Drinking Sword was completely completed, he felt a surge of energy that both chilled him to the bone and made him desperately crave it.

His blood was in that sword.

It even carries with it his violent life essence.

San Shi unconsciously opened his mouth wide, his turbid vertical pupils staring intently at the Blood-Drinking Sword in Qian Hua's hand.

"This is too powerful; this weapon actually makes me feel threatened."

San Shi could clearly sense that if that sword were to strike him, it wouldn't take much force to easily injure him.

Greed, like a poisonous weed, grew wildly in his mind.

"If I could possess this weapon..." San Shi's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed bloody saliva.

"With my existing lord-level strength, coupled with this sword, my true combat power will rise to an unimaginable level!"

"Perhaps we won't have to be limited by others anymore."

The moment this thought crossed his mind, San Shi's muscles tensed instinctively.

But the next second, Qian Hua turned his head away.

A cold, emotionless gaze fell lightly on San Shi.

That one look was like a bucket of ice water poured directly over San Shi's head.

"Are you crazy?! I actually tried to steal his things!"

San Shi instantly snapped to reality: "Damn, we almost got caught."

He quickly suppressed all his greed, forcibly tensing the muscles in his face to feign extreme weakness and paleness.

"Congratulations, sir... on acquiring this divine weapon."

San Shi deliberately kept his voice very weak, with a trembling tone at the end.

He knew very well that now was not the time to covet weapons. Survival was the top priority.

Qian Hua did not answer.

But the joy in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest. His fingers continued to caress the runes on the sword hilt, familiarizing himself with the pulsation frequency of each energy node.

The success of this sword proved that his theory was entirely feasible.

The atmosphere inside the forge was extremely strange.

One side is immersed in the joy of success, while the other side is frantically flirting with death.

San Shi waited for a long time, but Qian Hua didn't continue.

He cautiously raised his head, observing Qian Hua's expression.

She seems to be in a good mood.

So, San Shi mustered his courage, lowered his voice to a very low hue, and pleaded, "My lord, now that your wish has been fulfilled and the divine weapon has been forged... may I leave?"

This was said in a very humble manner.

He believes that people are generally more forgiving when they are extremely happy.

I did contribute my lord-level essence blood, so I'm a major contributor to this sword. It shouldn't be too much to let him live, right?

Qian Hua finally stopped stroking the sword.

He raised his eyelids and looked at San Shi with icy eyes.

"Let you leave?"

Qian Hua's voice was flat, as if stating a fact, "And then you're going to slaughter my compatriots?"

Upon hearing this, San Shi's heart sank.

His pupils dilated suddenly, and the scales on his body instinctively stood up.

Qian Hua let out a cold laugh.

The laughter sounded particularly jarring in the empty forge.

Although he was a man obsessed with forging and not fond of talking, he was not stupid.

He knew better than anyone how dangerous it would be to let a lord-level monster go free.

Even if San Shi is acting as docile as a dog now, once he regains his freedom, the first thing he will do is definitely find a human settlement to vent his anger.

Between humans and monsters, it's a fight to the death; there's no such thing as peaceful coexistence.

"Sir, how could you go back on your word!"

San Shi panicked, his voice suddenly rising, filled with grievance and disbelief: "Didn't we agree that if I helped you achieve your wish, you would spare my life?"

Seeing his exasperated state, Qian Hua's expression grew even colder.

"When did we agree on this?"

"Who told you this?"

Qian Hua retorted, his tone dripping with mockery.

San Shi was stunned.

The scene from earlier replayed rapidly in his mind.

At that time, the other party used his mental power to cut off his hand. In order to save his life, he took the initiative to flatter him, saying, "It is my honor to be able to help you, sir." Then... then the other party completely ignored him.

From beginning to end, the other party never said "let you go" or "spare your life".

This was a set of unspoken rules that he had conjured up in his own despair!

"And another thing." Qian Hua weighed the Blood-Drinking Sword in his hand, its red light illuminating half of his lifeless face. "What makes you think I'll let you go?"

On what grounds?

San Shi: "..."

San Shi opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Despair overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, and then that despair instantly transformed into extreme anger.

"I've been played! That bastard never intended for me to live from the start! He drained my blood, and even used me as 'material'!"

"Now that the sword is complete, my lord-level corpse will probably be used as material for his next plan!"

San Shi clenched his fists tightly.

The wound on his arm reopened due to the excessive force, and a large amount of blood gushed out, but he could no longer feel the pain.

"My lord," San Shi gritted his teeth, forcing out the words, "Are you trying to force me to my death?"

The lord-level ferocity finally erupted completely at this moment.

Violent energy rapidly condensed within San Shi's massive body.

The surrounding air began to distort, and a heavy pressure was released from him, causing the stone slabs on the ground to crack under the strain.

Faced with this prelude to a cataclysmic explosion, Qian Hua showed no panic whatsoever.

He didn't even change his posture.

"Why not?"

Qian Hua stroked the Blood-Drinking Sword with both hands, then looked up at him with a half-smile.

San Shi: "..."