665 Great Saber Breaker Art!

Whoosh!

The extreme heat waves that spread out from the secret chamber in Sword Crafting Hall were instantly gone. The temperature around the hundreds of sword pools in Sword Crafting Hall and the forges also seemed to have been largely reduced.

While Happy, Ten Thousand Swords, and more than one thousand mighty northern clansmen stood outside Sword Crafting Hall, they were surprised when they sensed the temperature around them rapidly reduce. When the cold touched their faces, they cried out in shock! The mighty northern clansmen discovered to their amazement that snow, which had not fallen above Sword Crafting Hall for hundreds of years, had begun to fall heavily.

Thin crystalline snowflakes fell around the Sword Crafting Hall disciples and on their shoulders.

Their faces were filled with shock, and they did not quite know what to do.

The sounds of robes fluttering came from behind the crowd.

When they turned their heads around to look, they saw a group of old northern clansmen with their hair tied in a top knot. They hurried over quickly, and when they noticed the scene of snowflakes everywhere above Sword Crafting Hall, they were so astonished that their faces turned pale, and they repeated the same two sentences over and over.

"Unless the fire in Sword Crafting Hall extinguishes, snow will not fall from above."

"Unless the fire in Sword Crafting Hall extinguishes, snow will not fall from above!"

The mighty northern clansmen around them said nothing. They felt baffled, but they did not dare to be inattentive to the two old men who were dressed in silver robes and stood in the lead. They spoke in an incredibly respectful manner.

"Great Dharma Protector!"

"Second Dharma Protector!"

Regardless of whether it was the Sword Crafting Hall disciples or the clan elders, when they saw the two old men, all of them had earnest, respectful expressions on their faces, and it was enough to show their status in the mighty northern clan.

"Dharma protectors, why are you here?" An elder who was in the early stage of Inaction Realm hurried to their side with an obsequious smile.

The two old men pretended to not have seen him. Their faces were pale while they continued to rush toward Sword Crafting Hall without slowing down.

"Who's inside?" The speaker was incredibly urgent.

"Only the clan master, the master of Sword Sect, and that person from the Nangong Clan…" the mighty northern clan elder quickly answered.

The hasty actions from the group of old men caused quite a number of Sword Sect and Nangong Clan disciples to frown in the crowd. Some of them instinctively blocked the entrance of Sword Crafting Hall. It seemed like they did not quite want too many people to enter inside it.

"Stay where you are!"

"The divine weapon is about to be repaired. Our sect master has already given orders that no one is to bother the clan master."

"Our clan master has given his orders."

More than ten Inaction Realm martial artists stood out to stop them. They drew their weapons while speaking.

"Hmph!"

They still did not slow down. The two old silver-robed Dharma protectors slapped their waists simultaneously, and two dazzling cold glares shone in front of that group of people.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

More than ten weapons fell to the ground with loud clinging sounds, and all of them were broken into two.

The Sword Sect and Nangong Clan disciples held broken weapons in their hands. They sucked in sharp breaths and looked at each other at a loss. They were wary of the two old men who were like monsters.

However, the two old men were still blocked, and their expressions were slightly unhappy.

"You're pretty daring. Forget Heaven Shaker Fortress, there aren't many people who would dare point their weapons at us in the world of martial artists. You're thinking about using those rusty steel bars of yours to intercept the two of us? Hmph! You overestimate yourself!"

Happy said nothing. He just watched everything from the crowd.

The people from Sword Sect and the Nangong Clan mostly used swords, and they should all be swords made by famous swordsmiths. They were definitely not "rusty steel bars" the two old men mentioned.

However, the old men attacked at an incredibly astonishing speed, and the whip swords at their waists were no ordinary items. They became straight right when they flicked them, and their sharp sword glare contained a chill that made his skin crawl.

All of their actions were completed in one breath, and the swords from more than ten Inaction Realm elites were broken. Such skills were something that even normal Myth Realm martial artists did not have.

'Where did those monsters come from?' Happy grumbled in his heart.

There were already three peerless Myth Realm martial artists whose strength was something Happy could not hope to match up to in Sword Crafting Hall. And things had just gotten better. Two more monsters came out. Just what sort of quest was he doing?

The Sword Sect and Nangong Clan disciples were clearly shocked by the two old men's astonishing skills. Their faces were pale, and they did not dare act recklessly.

The Sword Sect Master's loud and arrogant voice came from within Sword Crafting Hall.

"Those two old men are the seniors of the leader of the northern clan. They are also our seniors. Do not be rude to them."

"Move aside. The two old men's Great Saber Breaker Art was famous throughout the world of martial artists decades ago. All weapons which aren't divine weapons will be broken with one attack. It's the ultimate technique of the mighty northern clan. How dare you point your weapons at them when you are so young…

"Heh, but our Nangong Clan has only a small business. We might have to take a few weapons from the northern clan before we leave."

When the two elders finished speaking, cold sweat poured down the backs of the Sword Sect and Nangong Clan disciples outside Sword Crafting Hall.

All weapons that were not divine would be broken? Wasn't that skill a little too insane if that were the case?

The group of people quickly left. They did not dare to continue to block the two old men from entering Sword Crafting Hall.

"Hmph!"

The two silver-robed old men sheathed their swords and shot into Sword Crafting Hall without a speck of dust touching their bodies.

Happy seized the chance to turn his head around and looked at Ten Thousand Swords, but all he saw was an anguished smile on his lips, along with an incredibly resigned as well as surprised expression. He sent a private message over.

"I've heard of those two old men before. It seems like they are Dharma protectors of the northern clan in charge of protecting the clan. They went into hiding many years ago and no longer bothered themselves with the matters of the world. I didn't expect that they would be so powerful."

Happy said nothing.

When he heard that, he sighed in his heart and found his questions answered.

In truth, there were plenty of elites in each sect and clan who did not show their faces in the world anymore. Many people had seen through everything, and would either go into hiding or do whatever they wanted to do because they lost the will to fight. Even though their strength was no longer as great as it was when they were at their peak, they were still terrifying existences.

The two people before him might be among the many elites who had gone into hiding!

However, Happy also remembered the words from the old man from the Nangong Clan—Great Saber Breaker Art!

It seemed like no one in his previous life used it. By the looks of it, an extremely high qi realm was required to learn it. Either that, or the training requirements for it were incredibly hard. Using one slash to break masterpieces was not something that even divine weapons with high attack could do.

"The situation has become increasingly complicated. Do you have a good plan?"

At that moment, Happy suddenly felt that he was quite useless and could only toss the problem to Ten Thousand Swords, who smiled in anguish and said one word "Wait".

'Well, that's a good plan, alright.'

The Sword Sect Master, the old monster from the Nangong Clan, and the two Dharma protectors of the mighty northern clan all stood still at the entrance leading to the underground secret chamber in Sword Crafting Hall.

They said nothing to each other!

A few minutes passed.

Suddenly, a presence that struck fear in people's hearts appeared out of the blue.

Buzz!

Countless northern clansmen's weapons buzzed in the area, and the buzzing sound grew stronger with each passing second. It was as if they were about to be unable to control themselves.

"What's going on?"

"My weapon—"

Quite a number of people cried out in surprise and pressed down on their weapons.

The Sword Sect Master and the old man from the Nangong Clan also could not quite control their own weapons.

The two people frowned. Right when fear rose in their hearts as they tried to suppress their own weapons, they suddenly saw a mighty whitish-gold glare formed from qi break through the wall and charge out of the secret chamber!

It ignored the great heat waves above Sword Crafting Hall and surged upward!

"This is bad!"

"Careful!"

Before they could finish speaking…

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

The sounds of weapons coming out of their sheaths were heard! Countless weapons, including the broken weapons as well, broke free of their masters' hands. They shot into Sword Crafting Hall as if they possessed spirit.

The weapons in the sword pool also gathered together into a fearsome flow of metal as if the galaxy itself had decided to flow backwards, and it charged to the four people at the entrance of the secret chamber!