"Now, the forging slot for this competition..."

Grandmaster Balrog seemed about to announce.

A voice suddenly rang out: "Wait a minute."

Everyone followed the voice to find the Little Giant Spirit King with a look of disdain.

The Little Giant Spirit King said, "Neotos, isn’t it just a horn?"

"Not even a real divine-level creature, what are you pretending for?"

With that said, he suddenly tossed out a piece of broken bone.

Its terrifying divine power fluctuations were several times more formidable than the horn of the Bright Divine Son!

It stifled the hearts of everyone present.

Another formidable treasure!

The Bright Divine Son’s face stiffened, turned his head away, and stopped speaking.

The Little Giant Spirit King, seeing he had surpassed his opponent, showed a contemptuous smile.

"Behemoth leg bone, Grandmaster Balrog, just forge me a Beast Bone Mallet."

"In the future, if I see a demoness causing trouble, I’ll knock them out with one hit!"

Upon hearing this, everyone’s expressions turned peculiar.

Because they all knew who the Little Giant Spirit King was referring to.

At this moment.

Many eyes on the scene turned to the Elf Goddess.

Wearing a flower crown on her head, the saintly-featured Elinora smiled softly.

She seemed completely unconcerned by the Little Giant Spirit King’s provocation.

Grandmaster Balrog glanced at Elinora.

He asked, "Elf Race’s Divine Maiden, do you have something you’d like me to forge?"

"If not, then I’ll announce the results."

The crowd was startled.

They knew that if Elinora didn’t have something of sufficient weight.

Then the forging slot would be between the Bright Divine Son and Little Giant Spirit King.

"Grandmaster Balrog..."

"Indeed, I do have something; please take a look."

Upon hearing this, everyone’s gaze converged on her.

They saw Elinora wave her hands.

A black piece of wood appeared before her.

There were no divine power fluctuations on it.

However, when everyone covered it with their divine power to probe, they felt a stabbing pain like needles.

A faint suspicion arose in the crowd’s minds.

"Divine Maiden, could this be..."

Elinora nodded, "Yes, a branch from the World Tree."

Upon hearing this, everyone’s eyes showed shock!

"Oh my, it’s actually this thing!"

"Isn’t the World Tree the Holy Tree of the Elf Race? How did the Divine Maiden bring such a thing out?"

Even the always composed Grandmaster showed a fervent look.

To know, the World Tree is recognized across the Holy Spirit Realm as the best Holy Tree under the heavens.

Such grade materials.

Even he had never handled them.

Elinora smiled bitterly after hearing this: "I didn’t take it myself."

"Everyone should have seen the darkness aura on it."

"This branch was forcibly cut off by a power from the Abyss Realm."

Upon hearing this, everyone’s pupils shrank again.

Realizing that the situation on the Elf Race’s side might not be too favorable.

Elinora added: "However, even though it’s just a broken branch."

"It has the effect of breaking through the Divine Power Domain of legendary or even demigod-level powerhouses."

"I would like Grandmaster Balrog’s help to forge an arrow."

Even just a branch could break through the Divine Power Domain of a demigod.

The crowd gained a clearer understanding of the World Tree’s might.

At this moment, upon hearing the Elf Goddess’s request, Balrog nodded slowly.

"An arrow won’t be a problem."

"In that case, the slot for this time will be..."

He was just about to announce.

"Wait a minute." Another male voice rang out.

Everyone turned their gaze toward it.

Feeling that this scene seemed familiar.

Previously, when the Little Giant Spirit King interrupted the Bright Sea Divine Son, a similar situation seemed to have occurred.

But now these few powerhouses have already taken out parts of divine-level creatures.

Even the Elf Goddess brought out a branch of the Holy Tree.

Could there still be another expert?

The crowd on the scene all cast their gaze.

Then, they saw who interrupted.

It seemed... it was those few from the Human Race?

Grandmaster Balrog, interrupted again, wasn’t annoyed but patiently asked, "This young friend from the Human Race."

"Do you have materials you’d like me to forge too?"

He remembered Han Xing, even silently paying attention to him in his heart.

Because just now, while he was forging Rhythm Black Iron, causing many of the Divine Sons and Daughters to have insights.

Only this Human Race member managed to break through before him.

Such heaven-defying comprehension, even Balrog had never seen before.

He had already concluded in his heart that Han Xing was a forging genius.

Han Xing nodded, "Yes, Grandmaster Balrog, I do have some materials for you to forge."

Some?

Upon hearing that, disdain flickered in the eyes of many Divine Sons present.

Everyone understood that the rarer the material, the less available it was.

Though, they thought it made sense.

The Human Race itself is a very weak race.

With their knowledge, what treasures could they encounter normally?

Probably, they might even treasure a few Philosopher’s Stones as priceless.

Thinking of this, the Divine Sons showed understanding expressions.

Grandmaster Balrog showed no change in expression and said, "No problem, show it to me."

"Even if your material grade isn’t high enough, I will personally craft equipment for you."

"Though I wonder, is this young friend interested in the art of forging?"

All the Divine Sons heard it and simultaneously showed expressions of envy.