Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 21 Dragon Pattern Ring Sword

Chapter Twenty-One: Dragon-Patterned Ring Sword

Thunder roared, and the blue-purple flames melted the weapons into molten iron, which floated in mid-air and slowly solidified into the shape of a sword.

The sword blank was enormous, over three meters long and more than a foot thick.

When the last weapon was also melted down into molten iron and fused into the giant sword, Zhuo Yang's eyes widened and a divine light flashed.

"Bring the hammer!"

Lei Huo suddenly shrank back into Zhuo Yang's body, and with a palm strike, a bolt of lightning struck the giant sword.

With a loud crack, a large amount of blackened debris fell from the greatsword.

"Come again!"

Zhuo Yang waved his hand, and another bolt of lightning struck, causing the giant sword to crumble into a large amount of debris once again.

One bolt of lightning after another struck down, each one causing the giant sword to shrink dramatically.

After ninety-nine consecutive bolts of heavenly lightning, the rolling thunder disappeared. Zhuo Yang had once again exhausted his true energy, panting heavily, but a smile appeared on his face.

The greatsword had been forged into an exquisite longsword, three fingers wide and 1.2 meters long, gleaming with a cold light. The pommel was ring-shaped, still resembling a ring-pommel sword, but it was a sword.

The sword has a straight blade, is double-edged, and has a knife-shaped tip, making it somewhat like a Japanese samurai sword.

(Note: The ancestor of the samurai sword is the Tang Dynasty horizontal sword, which was an improvement on the Han Dynasty ring-pommel sword.)

"A longsword forged entirely from Cold Spring Refined Iron. I dare say there is no weapon on Blue Star that is more sturdy or sharper than this. It should be classified as a mid-grade spiritual weapon." Zhuo Yang let out a long roar, grabbed the still-heated hilt of the sword, and frowned again.

Magical artifacts are divided into four levels: magical tools, spiritual tools, magical treasures, and spiritual treasures, and are further divided into three grades: superior, middle, and inferior. In the mortal realm, due to the scarcity of high-grade materials and insufficient cultivation levels, cultivators can at most forge spiritual tools.

The sword was not yet finished; the hilt was bare, without a grip, and the pommel ring was undecorated.

As a demon lord, if he were to wield a broken sword and slash people, his imposing presence would be greatly diminished.

With his sword planted in the sand beside him, Zhuo Yang sat cross-legged, first recovering his true energy.

Within the maze, there was no day-night cycle, and the passage of time was imperceptible. After a long while, Zhuo Yang recovered his true energy, and his cultivation level improved once again.

"Refining weapons can also improve one's cultivation level, although not by much, but it is noticeable."

Zhuo Yang felt that he should refine more weapons in the future, as it was also a method of cultivation.

The bare, unadorned longsword once again floated in front of Zhuo Yang, and lightning and fire reappeared.

The molten iron scattered on the ground had long since cooled, some of which shimmered with light—gold and silver, the decorative metals on the spirit weapons.

Zhuo Yang had Xiao Diao gather some gold and throw it onto the hilt of the sword, which was scorched by lightning. In a short moment, the gold melted and was reshaped by Zhuo Yang using a small-scale lightning strike.

Before long, the shield-shaped guard (where the hilt connects to the blade) appeared, simple and elegant, carved with dragon patterns. Dragon patterns also appeared on the pommel ring, with a lifelike dragon head inside the ring, exuding a majestic aura.

The hilt is simple; it's wrapped with silver wire.

The lightning and fire dissipated, and the longsword was fully formed, only lacking a scabbard.

"From now on, I'll call you Dragon Pattern Ring-pommel Sword." Zhuo Yang held the longsword and nodded in satisfaction: "This sword is more befitting of my status as a demon lord. I'll get some more gold and fine steel later and forge and improve it further."

The sword's design was actually one he had seen online before; it was a Chinese treasure housed in a Japanese museum, named the Single Dragon Ring-Pommel Sword...

Xiao Diao wrote neatly on the writing board, all of which were compliments, and she looked at Zhuo Yang with admiring eyes.

"Let's go find the core of the formation!"

Zhuo Yang stuffed the little darling into his backpack, then leaped to the top of the huge sand dune and looked around.

"Where is the core of the formation?"

To find the treasures left behind in the caves of our predecessors, we must first break the formation.

But after observing for a while, he suddenly frowned.

In the far distance, a black dot was moving rapidly forward, with a large group of dark figures chasing after it not far behind.

"Someone is being chased by mummies?"

Zhuo Yang snorted, leaped up, and headed straight for the distant black dot.

……

"Why are you still following me?"

As Liang Yongqing ran, he turned around and saw a large group of corpses, and roared angrily.

In front of the horde of corpses behind him, there was another human, the cold and aloof older woman who had spoken up to Cui Yi in the small restaurant, reminding him that time was up.

With a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, Chen Guo angrily cursed, "Liang Yongqing, you killed my cousin's disciple! I will never let you get away with this!"

A few hours earlier, after entering the maze, Chen Guo immediately began searching for her companions. She was lucky enough to avoid being tracked by the mummies and quickly found a companion who was being attacked by a group of mummies. This companion was one of Cui Yi's disciples.

She rescued her companion, and the two of them evaded the pursuit of the mummified corpses. Finally, they encountered another person—Liang Yongqing.

At the time, she didn't think much about it; she just wanted to gather her companions and then find Cui Yi.

The three of them advanced together, constantly dodging the pursuit of the mummies, but Liang Yongqing accidentally got stuck in quicksand. Chen Guo, with his superior cultivation, single-handedly held off the horde of mummies, allowing his companions to rescue Liang Yongqing.

As a result, Liang Yongqing sabotaged Chen Guo's companion, causing him to fall into quicksand and die. He then tricked Chen Guo into helping him hold off the horde of corpses so that he could escape.

Chen Guo realized she had been tricked and flew into a rage. Despite being injured, she forced her way out and then chased after Liang Yongqing.

"You bitch, are you never going to stop?" Liang Yongqing suddenly stopped and glared fiercely at Chen Guo.

Chen Guo sneered, her delicate face full of anger. She didn't stop at all, but instead ran towards Liang Yongqing's left side.

The horde of corpses followed closely behind, heading straight for Liang Yongqing.

"Damn it, you bitch, your heart is black!" Liang Yongqing roared in anger, then turned and continued running.

Now the two of them were running together, with the horde of zombies hot on their heels.

“Compared to you, what am I?” Chen Guo retorted.

In terms of cultivation, Chen Guo was far superior to Liang Yongqing and much faster. She quickly left Liang Yongqing behind and took the lead, while Liang Yongqing was chased by the horde of corpses.

Suddenly, Chen Guo stopped and turned around, holding a bull-tail dagger in each hand. The blades were jet black and shiny, clearly not ordinary.

"This time, I'm going to avenge my cousin's disciple!" Chen Guo gritted her teeth, her eyes cold.

Liang Yongqing had no choice but to stop. There were tall sand dunes on both sides, and it would be difficult for him to climb them in a short time. He would definitely be caught up by the horde of zombies halfway up. At that time, he would have no choice but to fight to the death and eventually be overwhelmed by the horde of zombies.

"You bitch, you forced me to do this." Liang Yongqing gasped for breath, then suddenly ripped open his shirt, revealing a talisman on his chest.

"A concealment talisman?" Chen Guo immediately frowned. "You're hiding your cultivation level!"

“That’s right.” Liang Yongqing’s face was contorted with rage as he ripped off the talisman from his chest, and his entire aura suddenly changed.

The overwhelming majesty forced Chen Guo, who was in the throes of first love, to bend over, her legs so heavy she almost knelt on the ground.

"You...you're a Golden Core stage expert!" Chen Guo's eyes widened in disbelief.

He felt even more hatred; despite having such high cultivation, they had to resort to despicable means to harm Old Cui's disciple.

Absolutely vicious!

The horde of corpses was approaching, their heavy footsteps like rolling thunder, shaking the sand dunes and causing it to tumble down.

Liang Yongqing snorted disdainfully and lightly leaped into the air, floating four or five meters above the ground.

"You bitch, you forced me to show my true strength, so die here! I still need to save my true essence to seize the treasure." He laughed wildly a few times, watching the horde of corpses rush past him, heading straight for the stiff Chen Guo.