When Fu Jin took hold of it again, his face flushed red. The nearly four-hundred-pound heavy hammer trembled violently in his palm, buzzing and vibrating ceaselessly, forcing him to let go.
The flickering Thunder Patterns on the dark, lustrous body of the Thunderfire Qilin Hammer shimmered with a faint purple glow in the sunlight.
"If I were at the Blood Exchange Realm, I could wield it with ease. But alas... While a Treasure Artifact isn't sentient like a Divine Weapon, it still possesses Evil Qi. And this Evil Qi, it seems, only recognizes you. It looks like it was forged using your Jar Gold Hammer as a base."
Fu Jin shook his wrist with a wry smile, glancing at the coiled, crimson-scaled pattern on the handle that was radiating waves of heat.
"This fierce thing only recognizes your Blood Qi. I suspect Master asked you for your Essence Blood to act as a catalyst when he smelted your Jar Gold Hammer."
