The Arm of Discipline (4)

He hadn't checked it yet, so of course he didn't know if it was real…

But the arm was definitely made of divine iron.

Feng Wu put the arm on.

Once she put it on, her right arm seemed to have become a robotic one, which looked rather out of place.

Just then, Feng Wu frowned.

Because she felt the arm "bite" her.

She could feel a "bite" on her wrist, and blood was oozing out of it.

Huyan had been watching the arm the whole time, so he didn't notice the look on Feng Wu's face, nor did he know that the arm was absorbing the blood.

"I think it's a Saint-level weapon." Old Huyan looked amazed. "I can't believe that the two of you can build a Saint-level weapon right under my nose. That's so…"

He didn't know what to say.

He considered himself to be very talented in the metal element, but at his age, he could only make two Saint-level weapons. How could these two kids make one already?