The clanging of metal echoed within the mountain villa, followed by a slight trembling of the entire ground.
Lin Xuan squinted his eyes and looked ahead.
A group of martial artists appeared in front, around fifty people or so.
These people had indifferent expressions, metallic luster on their faces, as though they weren't real humans, but metal people.
Lin Xuan was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected to encounter such martial artists.
Beside him, the Dark Red Divine Dragon frowned, "Melted Weapon Refining Body?"
"What?" Lin Xuan was puzzled.
"There was an absolute skill in ancient times, capable of melting weapons within the body, cultivating into extremely formidable divine skills."
"Are you saying these people have ancient techniques? And they've cultivated them?" Lin Xuan was shocked.
"Impossible! Such techniques have been lost, and the requirements for martial artists are extremely high; ordinary martial artists simply cannot cultivate them."
