The sacred Spirit Prince leaves

"This ... This must be a joke!"

Someone in the crowd said with a bitter smile.

This speed did not seem like he was refining a weapon properly at all, because it was simply too fast.

The Saint spirit Prince was also stunned.

He believed that he was already quite accomplished in the path of weapon refinement and was one of the top grandmasters. However, even so, he was still shocked by this astonishing speed.

He had never seen anyone so fast!

For a moment, he suspected that this fellow was blindly carving, but after careful observation, it didn't seem like it.

"It seems that this old freak is quite skilled in artificing. Perhaps even Elder Gods aren't as fast as him." He muttered to himself, his expression somewhat unsightly.

"Hmph! It's fast, but I'm afraid that's all there is to it. It's impossible for him to understand the talisman formation of the sacred bone divine armor, simplify it several times, and refine it again in such a short time. "