"Without these little piggies, we can finally settle things with you."
Looking at the remaining three Secret Councilors, Li Aozi smiled slightly as the Ether Blood surged vigorously.
[Smithing]
Li Aozi casually waved his hand, molten iron surged from his palm, immediately forming a rough blunt sword. But such a creation was merely an iron bar, far from being worthy of being called a weapon, let alone a sword.
"Look, Victor, he's still not proficient with his Strength, he still hasn't lost control by the looks of it."
Confidently, the [Astrologer] said in response to Victor's doubt.
With a bit of contemplation, the blade was immediately thinned, naturally sharpened, its cold gleam so fierce that merely gazing at it could cut through the cornea with its reflection.
"Hmm, though it's improved a lot, a steel-crafted blade may have acceptable hardness, but lacks Tenacity, and the sword body is still too fragile to be used in battle. This is still far from a Councilor's level."
