After the mysterious expert said those words, everyone present understood why he would do such a shady thing.
However, this was how the world was. The one with the bigger fist had the final say. At this moment, even though the mysterious expert's methods were extremely despicable, no one dared to say anything against him.
After all, if they were to encounter such a situation, perhaps they would do the same. Therefore, no one had the right to say anything.
Soul Pearl, Secret Skill.
Everyone could understand this point. However, the mysterious expert's last condition was something that everyone could not understand.
The special energy in his body.
No one had noticed this point. Other than the Secret Skill that could increase one's willpower, the young man before them did not seem to have any other redeeming qualities. The lightning attribute that was equivalent to Ultimate Force was not something that anyone present was interested in.
"You, you …"
Feng Hao was so angry that his body trembled. He clenched his teeth so hard that they were about to break. His scarlet eyes were locked onto the mysterious expert. He looked as if he wanted to rush up and tear the mysterious expert to shreds.
"Firstly, I've never seen any Spiritual Beads before. Secondly, you don't have the qualifications to practice my Secret Skill. Thirdly, with your weak body, you won't be able to withstand this special energy."
An ice-cold voice filled with endless ridicule was spat out from Feng Hao's mouth with a pause between every single word. An evil aura spread out and the scarlet red color in his eyes was like two flames that were leaping about.
What he said was the truth. Although he had seen the Soul Pearl, he did not keep it. Moreover, even if he had kept it, he would not hand it over.
This was because the Soul Pearl was Elder Fen's lifeline. If he were to hand it over, wouldn't it be the same as handing Elder Fen's life to him?
This was a dilemma.
As for the Heaven-Battling Art and the Heavenly Punishment energy, it was the truth. The Heaven-Battling Art required one to have the belief of being invincible. Although this mysterious expert was extremely powerful, there must be something in his heart that made him apprehensive. Therefore, he would not be able to learn the Heaven-Battling Art.
On the other hand, the energy of the Heavenly Punishment was feared by all living beings. It could destroy everything. If Feng Hao had not coincidentally comprehended the Dao of the Cycle of Heaven and Earth, he would not have been able to control this special energy.
However, the mysterious expert took his words as a taunt. His face immediately darkened under the mask and a sharp light flickered in his eyes.
"It seems like you really don't care about them …"
His calm words came out from his mouth under the mask, and the corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile. "Then, they no longer have any value."
"Boom …"
After hearing those words, Fenghao's mind rumbled. There was no other sound. A baleful aura, as if it had rushed out from hell, gushed out from his body. The killing aura caused the space to tremble, emitting ear-piercing sounds of the air being pierced.
His face was a little distorted as it twitched uncontrollably. His entire body was trembling as a layer of piercingly cold sword edge that could be seen with the naked eye charged towards the nine heavens. It was as if it wanted to split the heavens and earth apart as it was filled with an aura of destruction.
"Let them go and I'll go with you."
An ice-cold voice that could freeze a person's soul was spat out from Feng Hao's mouth. He seemed to be forcefully holding back something. As he spoke, his entire body trembled even more violently. These words seemed to have been spat out from the gaps between his teeth.
He could ignore himself, but he could not ignore Joan Of Arc and the other two women.
"Feng Hao."
Hao Tian was a little anxious after hearing his words.
The Phantom Martial Body was passed down for generations. It would take a hundred thousand years for the previous generation to die before a new one would be born. If Feng Hao died, wouldn't the Phantom Martial Master of the Human Race have to wait another hundred thousand years?
"If you dare to harm him, you will definitely not be able to bear the consequences."
Hao Tian's face was also dark. His words were a little cold, and the aura around his body was oppressive. He was like a giant that could split the heavens and earth apart as he stood there, causing the surrounding space to explode. It was as if the giant hammer in his hand could shatter the heavens and earth.
"Haha …"
The mysterious expert laughed heartily once again. Divine light flickered in his eyes like a blazing sun, and a vast aura swept out. He was like an ancient god that had descended to the world. The surrounding space rippled and distorted, visible to the naked eye, as if it was being crushed by him.
Seeing that Feng Hao was concerned, the corners of his mouth curled into a cold arc.
"I'll give you an hour to think about it. You must hand over the Soul Bead, Secret Skill, and energy source within an hour. Otherwise, your little lover will not have a good time during this period …"
As he spoke, he tightened the shackles. Joan Of Arc, Wan Xin, and Yan Qing were unable to say a word. Their beautiful faces were a little red, but their gazes were fixed on Feng Hao, filled with anxiety.
They were not willing to make things difficult for Feng Hao, but at this moment, they had no choice. They could only anxiously cry, and could not do anything to stop him.
"I said, let them go, and I'll go with you …"
The vicious aura on Feng Hao's body intensified. His black hair danced wildly, making him look like a berserk god. "However, if you dare to harm even a single hair on them, I'll cut you into a thousand pieces."
His words were extremely firm and filled with a murderous aura. This involuntarily reminded the younger generation geniuses of the scene in the Inner Tomb.
That was truly a thousand cuts. If not for the appearance of the three women, they had no doubt that Wu Neng would have been cut into pieces ten thousand times.
"You have no choice."
The mysterious expert was not moved, but his heart grew colder. He looked at Feng Hao with a gaze as cold as ice, so cold that it made one's heart tremble.
At the same time, with a thought, the shackles on Joan Of Arc and the other two women tightened even more, causing painful expressions to appear on their pretty faces. However, their eyes were filled with determination. They were trying their best to maintain a calm appearance, so that Feng Hao would not worry.
"Sigh …"
Seeing Feng Hao's appearance, Hao Tian could not help but sigh. Soon after, he said to the mysterious expert. "Don't make things difficult for the younger generation, I'll go with you."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present looked at him in astonishment.
Hao Tian was a master blacksmith in this world who could forge ultimate Saint Weapons. He had already reached the pinnacle of the art of blacksmithing, and if he reached the same level, he could definitely forge ultimate Emperor Weapons.
Everyone present understood what such a master blacksmith represented.
Ultimate Saint Weapons were the pinnacle weapons in this world. Who wouldn't want one?
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