"Now, the forging slot for this competition..."
Grandmaster Balrog seemed about to announce.
A voice suddenly rang out: "Wait a minute."
Everyone followed the voice to find the Little Giant Spirit King with a look of disdain.
The Little Giant Spirit King said, "Neotos, isn't it just a horn?"
"Not even a real divine-level creature, what are you pretending for?"
With that said, he suddenly tossed out a piece of broken bone.
Its terrifying divine power fluctuations were several times more formidable than the horn of the Bright Divine Son!
It stifled the hearts of everyone present.
Another formidable treasure!
The Bright Divine Son's face stiffened, turned his head away, and stopped speaking.
The Little Giant Spirit King, seeing he had surpassed his opponent, showed a contemptuous smile.
"Behemoth leg bone, Grandmaster Balrog, just forge me a Beast Bone Mallet."
"In the future, if I see a demoness causing trouble, I'll knock them out with one hit!"
