Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

As for Chase, he was far better known and respected than Brady because he had made thirteen fairy weapons altogether putting him in a different league all together. Even during the entire course of the Eastern Region's long history, he was the only weapon refiner who was able to make such a significant achievement leaving a legacy.

All of those thirteen weapons were finished at his peak. He did try one last time to make another fairy weapon during his late years, but he had already run out of his great talent.

These three swords in front of Zen were Chase's last attempts at making a fairy weapon during his final days.

He exhausted the remaining inspiration and strength to make these three swords before he eventually died. Some strongly believed that he would have lived for several more years had he not exerted himself.

Zen pulled the sword lightly, and the sharp edge of the sword popped out of its sheath, it was that light and fast.

"Shiiiiiing! Vzzzzt..."

The green edge kept shaking, almost emitting strong vibrations, after it was pulled out of the sheath. Its ringing sound carried itself to the entire space around them, and it sounded refreshing and pleasing as a fairy playing a zither.

Zen lifted the sword and observed its movement casually. Its thin edge was so crystal clear that he could see through it. Everything he saw through this weapon was tinted green.

"It's a good sword," he praised as he admired the perfect piece of weapon.

knowledge of weapons because he had visited the weapon house in White Emperor City, not to mention the fairy palace too. Even so, he couldn't help but feel amazed at the

shopkeeper smiled as he spoke out, "It surely is. Its raw material is the wings of the golden cicadas which give its colour and

lion which was a little higher up the rank. Evidently procuring golden cicadas' wings was not an easy task, but it was even harder to make a sword

and sharp wings which could easily cut through iron and leave a lasting

be used directly to make weapons. One reason was that they had poor ductility due to their great solidity. Aside from that, the

soon become fragile almost instantly. After a short time, they would easily

to get the golden cicadas' blood and immerse the wings in it. After that, they had to rush back to the capital of Burning Sky

this way, the ductility and potence of the wings were balanced

best weapons among its rank. Its power and quality

held the sword with a tight grip in his hand and casually waved it in the air. Although he mainly learned about the Purple Light Fist instead of any swordsmanship, he still had some basic skills of using a sword because

creature, and there were numerous tiny spaces among the dead cells. Zen tried to inject his demonic life vitality into the "Green Wave", and the sword was immediately filled with his energies. Under the influence

how do you like this sword?" asked the shopkeeper, trying to get an impression of

nodded lightly, "It's really a good weapon. I want to know about the prices of the Nine Edges Sword

these two swords are both high-level spiritual weapons, they differ a lot in their prices owing to their distinct properties. This