Chapter 1383: 770: Evil Arms Master

Chapter 1383: Chapter 770: Evil Arms Master

“The Evil Sword…”

Mo Hua’s mind stirred slightly.

At this moment, two people stood in the sword-casting room.

One was Ouyang Mu, who was shackled, standing before the green fire bone furnace and rows of blood-colored long swords, his face slightly pale.

The other was an old monster cultivator.

He wore a gray robe, hunching over, with a long nose and an aura full of evil qi.

This old monster cultivator was casting swords, the hands exposed from underneath his gray robe were thick, rough, and covered with black-red blood blisters, littered with scorching scars.

He was an Evil Arms Master.

Moreover, a very experienced Evil Arms Master, who had forged countless evil swords.

He glanced sideways, looking at Ouyang Mu with a hoarse voice:

“Today, I will teach you sword casting.”

Ouyang Mu started.

He looked around at the eerie white bones, the stinking blood pool, and the large number of evil artifact embryos, refusing immediately:

“I won’t learn!”

The Evil Arms Master laughed gloomily.

“Stupid boy, this is your opportunity.”

“With my abilities, others want to learn but can’t.”

Ouyang Mu tightly pressed his lips together, shaking his head, “I won’t learn!”

The Evil Arms Master gave him a glance, snorted coldly, “If it weren’t for the orders from above, do you think I would want to teach you? Foolish boy, miss this chance now, and you won’t get another one later…”

Ouyang Mu stood like a wooden block, silent, his expression very stubborn.

The Evil Arms Master walked around Ouyang Mu, scrutinizing him closely, nodding slightly, “Stubbornness, but a good potential.”

He slightly raised his head and asked, “Are you from the Ouyang Family?”

Ouyang Mu kept a straight face, not speaking.

The Evil Arms Master snorted coldly, “You don’t need to say, this stubbornness, and your unremarkable looks, clearly mark you as one of the Ouyang Family.”

“Otherwise, they wouldn’t have me teach you…”

Ouyang Mu looked somewhat astonished, frowning, asking:

“Who… who are you? What is your connection to our Ouyang Family?”

The Evil Arms Master, hearing this, suddenly became furious, “Don’t mention ‘Ouyang’ family to me again, or I will tear your mouth apart!”

Ouyang Mu was startled, thinking: Why does this old monster cultivator switch moods so suddenly, his words also inconsistent…

But since he’s a monster cultivator, it seems normal.

Moreover, looking at him, he’s quite old, staying in this Valley of Ten Thousand Demons for so long, he’s probably lost most of his humanity.

The Evil Arms Master, with a fierce look, out of patience, grabbed a piece of white bone, throwing it to Ouyang Mu, “Refine this white bone, and merge it with fine iron.”

“Today, this is all you need to do.”

“Once done, you can leave.”

Ouyang Mu instinctively caught the white bone, but as his palm touched it, feeling the dead’s chilling temperature, he withdrew immediately.

The white bone fell to the ground as a result.

“What, afraid of dead man’s bones?” The Evil Arms Master grinned, “Don’t have such righteous and evil excessive cleanliness, or you’ll never become an outstanding Sword-Casting Master.”

Ouyang Mu solemnly said, “Righteous is righteous, evil is evil, how can there be no distinction?”

The Evil Arms Master smiled meaningfully, “Can you distinguish it?”

Ouyang Mu said, “You have evil thoughts in your heart, therefore you can’t distinguish. If you walk the righteous path wholeheartedly, without evil thoughts or wild ambitions, how can you not distinguish?”

The Evil Arms Master sneered, “Kid, you understand nothing, I don’t care to talk with you.”

“I ask you again,” his expression turned icy, “Will you refine this white bone or not?”

Ouyang Mu, gritting his teeth, shook his head.

“All right,” the Evil Arms Master nodded, pulling a bloody wolf fang lock from a corner, preparing to claspe it onto Ouyang Mu.

Ouyang Mu tried to dodge, but his arm was held in an iron grip by the Evil Arms Master’s claws, unable to break free.

In the blink of an eye, the blood-stained wolf fang lock was fastened upon him.

The wolf fang lock, as if coming alive, its iron spikes like fangs, resembled a ferocious wolf, deeply sinking into Ouyang Mu’s body.

Ouyang Mu winced in pain, grunted, then a spirit of defiance arose within him, gritting his teeth, enduring it as best as he could.

The Evil Arms Master’s eyebrow twitched.

This brat, looking dull, but with a fierce spirit inside.

The wolf fang lock tightened more and more, Ouyang Mu’s face turned even paler.

The Evil Arms Master then said sinisterly:

“This wolf fang lock is my exclusive crafted evil artifact, shaped as a wolf’s mouth, barbed like fangs. Once it tastes blood, it’s like a wolf biting its prey; it won’t let go.”

“Moreover, the tips of the wolf fangs have blood grooves; once they sink into the flesh, they will suck your blood just like a monster beast.”

“This is my masterpiece,” the Evil Arms Master chuckled complacently, looking at Ouyang Mu, laughing as he asked:

“How does it feel?”

Ouyang Mu felt a chill throughout his body, unable to stop trembling.

The Evil Arms Master said, “You behave obediently. What I let you refine, you refine. This way, you won’t suffer, and I can report back satisfactorily.”

“Besides, these people weren’t killed by you, neither do you know who these white bones belong to.”

“You’re merely an Artifact Refiner, just forging with materials, what else has it got to do with you?”

“Just relent a little, and I’ll unlock the wolf fang lock.” the Evil Arms Master continued.

Ouyang Mu still gritted his teeth, persevering without a word, but the blood had almost faded from his face, making it as white as paper.

He seemed on the brink of collapse.

Mo Hua’s gaze turned cold, prepared to take action regardless of any risk, planning to deal with the Evil Arms Master first.

Just then, the Evil Arms Master waved his hand, a surge of evil power surged in, infusing into the wolf fang lock.

The wolf fang lock trembled, reluctantly releasing its grip, like a wolf restrained by chains.

“Stubborn fool, facing death yet still holding on…”

The Evil Arms Master shook his head.

However, he didn’t show anger, instead, his eyes gleamed coldly, growing more excited.