However, compared to the heavy hearts of the other three, a rare look of hesitation appeared on Po Kong’s face.
“Sigh, the Crimson City-State… that result isn’t surprising at all. But don't blame me for raining on your parade—the situation there might be far more complicated than you imagine. If it weren't absolutely necessary, I really wouldn't want to have anything to do with them.” Po Kong sighed, his voice carrying a trace of helplessness and worry.
“What’s wrong? Are you having some trouble, Po Kong? It’s hard to imagine you making such a face…” Noticing Po Kong’s strange behavior, Starlight curiously patted him on the back.
“Hmph, you looked so confident just a moment ago, but you deflated as soon as you heard the news? If you don't want to go, just say so.” Xia Duo pouted slightly, looking somewhat dissatisfied.
“Hey, Little Shadow, that’s not what I meant. How should I put it… I can’t explain it all at once, but in short, it’s quite a hassle.”
Po Kong hurriedly defended himself, but Xia Duo haughtily turned her head away, clearly unwilling to listen to him further.
“Alright, alright, let’s put these minor emotions aside for a moment. Since you’ve already agreed to go to the Crimson City-State, I must show my appreciation, mustn't I? Po Kong, come here.” Angela stepped forward at the right time, smiling and gesturing for Po Kong to approach.
“Me?”
Despite his doubts, Po Kong obediently walked over.
While he was still wondering why he had been called, he saw Angela wave her hand toward the altar behind her. A stream of golden light instantly shot down from the top of the altar, landing steadily in front of him.
The group looked closely and realized that the golden glow enveloped a giant scythe.
The scythe had a translucent texture, as if it had been carved from a massive piece of crystal, and its entire body emitted a faint golden light.
Only the blade was replaced by a pool of emerald green, exuding both vibrant life and a heart-stopping sense of sharpness. This striking contrast immediately captured everyone’s attention.
“This… could this be?” Po Kong was the first to snap out of his shock. The scythe felt incredibly familiar to him, yet it was vastly different from what he remembered, making him unable to be certain for a moment.
Starlight and Moen also quickly noticed this and turned their gazes toward Angela.
“What? You can't recognize it so soon? This scythe is the weapon left behind by Ming Ye.” Angela looked at the surprised expressions on their faces, a gentle smile curling the corners of her lips as she spoke softly.
“Huh? That doesn't seem right… this feeling…”
Hearing Angela's words, Starlight turned his head in disbelief, his eyes locked onto the golden scythe.
In terms of silhouette, the scythe before them shared many similarities with the one Ming Ye had held, but its color and aura were completely different. Had Angela not confirmed it herself, it would have been hard to believe they were the same item.
“There is no need for doubt; this is it. However, after it lost its master, Ming Ye, I made some minor modifications to it, causing its aura to become a bit different.” As Angela spoke, she slowly reached out and gently grasped the handle of the scythe floating in the air.
The moment her fingertips touched the handle, a crisp and pleasant hum rang out from the blade, sounding like the soft chime of wind bells, melodious and clear.
“Take it, Po Kong. I know your weapon was severely damaged during the fierce battle with Ming Ye. This weapon, which once belonged to your opponent, can serve as your replacement.” After saying this, Angela handed the scythe to Po Kong.
“This… might not be appropriate…”
Po Kong responded in a low voice. As a descendant of a warrior family, no one understood better than he how precious and rare an intrinsic weapon nurtured by a Saint Rank powerhouse was.
During the intense fight with Ming Ye, his spirit armament had sustained heavy damage after only a brief clash, whereas Ming Ye's scythe had remained completely intact. For a warrior, its value far exceeded what money could measure.
Although Po Kong had narrowly defeated Ming Ye with some cleverness and the help of his teammates, he didn't believe the weapon should naturally become his. After all, even among the elves, such a weapon would surely be an extremely rare treasure.
“What is it? Are you not used to using polearms? That would be quite a problem… I don't possess the exquisite forging skills of the dwarves.” Seeing Po Kong remain silent for so long, a hint of doubt appeared on Angela’s beautiful face.
“No, no, no! I just feel that such a treasure is far too precious! How can I easily accept such a gift!” Po Kong waved his hands repeatedly, appearing somewhat flustered, but his gaze involuntarily fell upon the emerald blade.
To say he wasn't tempted by the scythe before him would be a lie. The ancient divine greatsword within him was certainly powerful, but with his current strength, he needed to charge it for ten days to half a month before each use, making it impossible to use as a daily weapon.
“Haha, so you were worried about that? Don't worry, Little Xia Duo has asked me for it many times. If you’re worried your own merit isn't enough, it certainly is if you count the contributions of all of you.” Angela smiled slightly, casting a teasing glance toward Xia Duo as she spoke.
“Ah??? Little Shadow!?” Po Kong quickly turned back to look at Xia Duo, but he only saw her blushing side profile.
Although Xia Duo had no intention of responding, even a fool could understand her feelings from her actions.
After a long while, Starlight faintly heard Xia Duo mumble in a voice that was almost inaudible, “Who… who said I was speaking up for him? It’s just that his weapon was damaged twice because of us… I’m only doing this out of kindness…”
Seeing Xia Duo’s rare bashful display, even Po Kong was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do. It wasn't until he saw the repeated signals from Starlight and Moen that he suddenly remembered Angela was still waiting for his response. He quickly turned around and solemnly took the golden scythe from her hand.
“Thank you, Senior! Thank you, Little Shadow! I definitely won't let your expectations down!”
As Po Kong gripped the golden body of the scythe, he was surprised to find the War God Battle Qi within him surging involuntarily. It felt like countless golden threads flowing from his palm and permeating the long handle of the giant scythe.
The originally translucent, crystal-like handle rapidly filled with the golden aura, and the blade, which had been only a faint gold, now erupted with a dazzling, brilliant light.
“Mm, very good. It seems my memory is still sharp; I modified it based on the structure of your ancestor's weapon. Not only did I remove the aura left by Ming Ye, but I also specifically added some amplification mechanisms that can enhance War God Battle Qi.”
Angela nodded with satisfaction as she watched the wondrous transformation occurring with the scythe. She continued, “However, my modifications end there. I cannot make it change forms at will like the spirit armaments forged by dwarves. After all, the weapon of a Saint Rank powerhouse is extremely strong; only a master who holds it for a long time can gradually integrate it into themselves.”
“This is already enough! I can clearly feel the majestic power contained within it. It’s no exaggeration to say that this scythe feels like it was tailor-made for me!” Po Kong felt an unprecedented excitement from the surging power in his palm. He tried his best to suppress the urge to swing it and asked, “So, what is its name now?”
“It originally had a name, Blood Moon. But since it has been completely renewed, you, as its new master, should give it a new name.” Angela said with a smile.
“A name… since it was reforged within the World Tree, and Little Shadow asked for it for me… then, let’s call it ‘Sacred Wood Phantom.’” Po Kong gazed down at the weapon in his hand and murmured.
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