Douluo Continent, Huo Yuhao who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 1281 Sword of Judgment Pro? (10,000 words per day!)

Douluo Star, Mingde Hall, Laboratory No. 1.

The various changes in the God Realm at this moment, and the surging tides of various forces, have nothing to do with this little old man, Jing Hongchen.

The reason why their Red Dust Clan wasn't directly imprisoned by Huo Yuhao in the Slaughter City to work as waiters for evil soul masters was truly thanks to their status as the dean of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy and the fact that they were the creators of the Sword of Judgment.

"grandfather."

Just then, Meng Hongchen came over carrying a tea tray and handed Jing Hongchen a cup of hot tea.

"You haven't slept for several days. Go back and rest for a while. Your brother and I are very worried about you."

Meng Hongchen's eyes were red, as if she had just been crying.

"Silly child."

A helpless smile appeared on Jing Hongchen's lips.

"Grandpa has worked tirelessly in the lab many times before, why is he so worried this time?"

"Working for that kid Huo Yuhao is indeed a bit of a bitter pill to swallow."

"But I must admit that being able to participate in the forging of this divine weapon was the most honorable thing my grandfather ever had in his life."

"You and your brother are still young and don't understand how honorable it is to be qualified to participate in such a project. This is not just for the sake of protecting the family, but also for Grandpa's own wishes."

Upon hearing this, Meng Hongchen's eyes reddened even more: "But, but, it's precisely because the project you're involved in is so big that my brother and I are scared."

"I heard that ten thousand years ago on the Douluo Continent, there was a master craftsman named Lou Gao who, in order to forge a top-tier Tang Sect treasure, did not hesitate to throw himself into the furnace to complete the tempering of that Tang Sect treasure."

My brother and I are worried. Worried.

At this point, Meng Hongchen's voice choked with emotion, and large tears slid down her cheeks.

Hahahahaha.

Upon hearing this, Jing Hongchen burst into hearty laughter and took out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears from the corners of Meng Hongchen's eyes.

"Silly child, the casting technology of Lou Gao's era was too old, and the furnace temperature was not high enough. Lou Gao himself was also a fanatic, so he fed himself to the fire and ignited himself to raise the temperature in the furnace to the right level."

"Putting aside how much the current technology has improved compared to ten thousand years ago, and how much higher the furnace temperature is, even if the temperature isn't high enough, why don't we just ask a Soul Master with the ultimate fire attribute to help us start the fire?"

Jing Hongchen pinched Meng Hongchen's cheek: "Don't worry about you and your brother. Even if this thing is really that evil and requires a life to consecrate, have you forgotten about those evil soul masters in the City of Slaughter?"

"If it's really necessary, killing dozens of evil spirit masters and throwing them into the furnace to consecrate such a divine weapon would be an honor for these beasts."

"You and your brother are just too worried to think straight. Don't forget, besides Grandpa, your Grandpa Kong Deming is also in this lab, as are Xuan Ziwen and Qian Duoduo from Shrek."

"Does Huo Yuhao really intend to throw us all into the furnace just to get such a divine weapon?"

Just as Jing Hongchen was trying to comfort Meng Hongchen, Qian Duoduo walked over with dark circles under her eyes: "Well, it seems only the Soul Masters of your Sun Moon Empire can endure this. I can't take it anymore."

Qian Duoduo waved his hand and found a place to collapse.

Seeing that Meng Hongchen was no longer on the verge of tears, Jing Hongchen turned to Qian Duoduo and said, "Hmph, you call yourself a Super Douluo, yet you can't even outlast an ordinary title like me."

"No wonder Shrek Academy's soul tools are so useless."

Qian Duoduo was annoyed upon hearing this, but then she thought about the Sun Moon Empire's Soul Masters who had been released these past few days, working tirelessly like madmen.

"Fine, say whatever you want. Anyway, Huo Yuhao belongs to Shrek Academy. We can easily wipe out your Sun Moon Empire with a cluster of unmanned soul tools. You're just being smug."

Qian Duoduo retorted verbally, but her hands moved quickly as she took out her bedding and spread it on the laboratory floor, clearly intending to take a nap first.

"How can Huo Yuhao be compared to that? Besides, do you think our Sun Moon Empire's technology can't create unmanned soul tool clusters? It's just that we don't have that much deep-sea sunken silver, nor do we have a super Douluo with a mental ability to control these things."

Jing Hongchen tried to reason with him, but Qian Duoduo had already used her soul power to plug her ears and entered a dream, completely ignoring Jing Hongchen's noise.

Seeing Qian Duoduo's nonchalant attitude, Jing Hongchen was immediately furious.

He was truly unwilling to accept it!

He wasn't upset about the Sun Moon Empire's defeat in the war; he was upset that Shrek Academy had overtaken him in the development of soul tools.

If we were to compare the development levels of soul tools between the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy and Shrek Academy, it would be a contest of whose weapons are sharper, more resilient, and more durable.

Shrek's soul tools are at most at the level of bronze smelting, and are moving closer to the Iron Age.

Meanwhile, the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy was already capable of forging all sorts of magnificent weapons from refined steel, and they didn't take Shrek Academy seriously at all.

As a result, Huo Yuhao suddenly appeared at Shrek Academy and stopped following them around like dirt.

Instead, they used the newly developed iron smelting technology to make a soul-guided pistol and put it to their foreheads.

Who can stand this? Why don't you play by the rules?

Now it's Meng Hongchen's turn to take care of Jing Hongchen's feelings.

The young girl quickly patted Jing Hongchen's back to help the old man catch his breath, preventing him from collapsing from a lack of air.

At the other end of the laboratory, Kong Deming looked at the table full of rare materials in front of him and rubbed his slightly sore eyes.

The materials he used to create the level 10 soul tool, the Sun and Moon Silver Light Shield, to deal with Huo Yuhao were not even one-tenth as precious as the materials on this table.

A fragment from the Holy Sword of the Angel, a fragment from the Demonic Scythe of the Rakshasa, and twelve spider legs whose internal essence had been drained, but whose outer shell remained at the divine level.

And the most precious items are the Dark Gold Creature Carving Knife, which combines the ultimate metallic dinosaur claws of the Bear King, and a ton of deep-sea sunken silver mother.

Kong Deming gave a wry smile. As the head of the Sun Moon Empire's Hall of Worship, he had spent his entire life working with soul tools and thought he had seen it all.

Seeing all these ingredients on the table, I still felt a sense of awe, as if I had never fought such a well-funded battle in my life.

If there's anything on this table that's worthless, it's probably the reference sample placed in the middle of the table.

It was a giant sword, extending from below the tip to the hilt, with nine core magic arrays. It was an eighth-level soul tool, one of Jing Hongchen's masterpieces, and quite valuable, worth at least several million gold soul coins.

And this greatsword has a resounding name—the Sword of Judgment!

(End of this chapter)