There was no need for Mu Hanyan to worry; she could easily control the subtleties and pacing of her sword casting technique. For her, forging a sword was as natural as flowing water.
"Sword complete, seal the furnace!" With a soft call from Mu Hanyan, a longsword with a graceful curve and perfect length appeared before everyone's eyes.
Compared to before, the appearance of the Blood Gall Sword had not changed much, but the bright, cold gleam stung people's eyes, and even a chill seemed to seep into their hearts.
The sharp edge of the sword, while it might not cut hair floating in air or slice through iron like mud, was far superior to the longswords that ordinary civilian swordsmen wore, and even rivaled those specifically forged by famous craftsmen for the academy's disciples.
The irresistible intention to kill sent shivers through the audience, making even their breathing become rapid.
