The Soul Searching Secret Technique was an ancient secret technique. According to legend, it was created by a god known as the Soul God. Its function was to search the memories of others.
Yet, at this moment, Feng Hao had so easily agreed to use the Soul Searching Secret Technique. This caused everyone to think that he had not obtained the Soul Orb.
However, the corners of the mysterious expert's lips curled up slightly under his mask.
By reading Feng Hao's memories, even if Feng Hao had not come into contact with the Soul Orb, the mysterious expert would still be able to find out the origin of the Secret Technique and the special energy from Feng Hao's memories.
This was already enough for him. Furthermore, he had also earned a peak blacksmith like Hao Tian.
Hence, he was extremely pleased with himself at this moment.
After Joan Of Arc, Wan Xin, and Yan Qing were pushed out, a cold glint flashed across Feng Hao's pitch-black pupils.
"Rumble …"
In an instant, muffled thunder-like sounds rang out from his body. However, the strange thing was that not even the slightest bit of energy seeped out of his body, causing everyone to be flabbergasted.
"What are you doing?"
The mysterious expert's eyes suddenly narrowed and locked onto Feng Hao. A faint pressure spread out, causing Feng Hao's feet to sink into the ground. His shoulders felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on them. His ramrod straight waist was slightly bent from the pressure, causing his body to tremble slightly and he could not stand stably.
"Heh heh …"
Feng Hao did not resist. In fact, he did not even activate the Heavenly Battling Art. He raised his head with some difficulty and looked at the mysterious expert. A strange arc formed on his sweaty face. With a mocking look in his eyes, he drew back the corners of his mouth, revealing a mouthful of eerily white teeth. With a playful tone, he said, "Your Excellency … Why are you in such a hurry? Could it be … Do you think that the current me can harm you?"
This was not the tomb, and Feng Hao was only a junior at the level of Wu Huang. In the eyes of the crowd, his actions seemed to be making a mountain out of a molehill.
Could it be that a junior in the same realm as Wu Huang could hurt him?
"Humph."
As if sensing the bewildered gazes around him, the mysterious expert's face stiffened under the mask. He snorted and at the same time, he removed the pressure on Feng Hao.
Indeed, it was impossible for an ant to harm an elephant.
Even if the ant had thousands of tricks up its sleeves, it was impossible for it to threaten the safety of the elephant.
"I advise you not to play those useless tricks. Otherwise, it won't do you any good."
He had absolute confidence in his own strength. Narrowing his eyes, he watched as Feng Hao approached him step by step.
At this moment, even if he let go of Joan Of Arc and the others, he still had the ability to capture them again. Moreover, at this distance, he did not believe that anyone could rescue Feng Hao from under his nose.
Therefore, although he was a little vigilant, he did not make too many moves.
After all, it would be very embarrassing to be too cautious of a junior.
At this moment, Joan Of Arc and the others, who had been rescued by Hao Tian, also came back to their senses. When they saw Feng Hao walking towards the mysterious expert, they immediately revealed anxious expressions. Almost without hesitation, the three of them rushed outside. However, they were stopped by Hao Tian. With his forcefield confining them, they could not escape at all.
"Brother Hao, come back quickly. Don't go."
At this moment, Joan Of Arc and the others had anxious expressions on their faces. Their beautiful eyes were red and tears flowed down their cheeks. Their mouths were filled with grief as they screamed.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen."
Hao Tian could not help but sigh softly as he comforted them.
He believed that with him around, the mysterious expert would not go too far. At least, he would not take Feng Hao's life.
Feng Hao turned his head and cast a comforting glance at them. However, as he turned his head, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes.
He knew that the mysterious expert would not let this matter go.
Moreover, although he had not come into contact with the Soul-searching Technique, he believed that it should be some kind of secret technique that could read other people's memories. Otherwise, the mysterious expert would not have mentioned it.
The reason why Feng Hao had agreed was, of course, because he wanted to exchange for Joan Of Arc and the others.
It was too dangerous for the three women to be in his hands. With a single thought, he could take their lives.
This was the last thing that Feng Hao wanted to see.
If his memories were read, then all his secrets would be gone. He believed that after learning all these secrets, the mysterious expert would be afraid that he would seek revenge in the future and kill him.
Therefore, a crazy idea sprouted in Feng Hao's mind.
"Rumble …"
Fenghao lifted his foot that had sunk into the ground. He lowered his head, not letting the others see the changes in his eyes, and slowly walked forward. However, his footsteps seemed to have become heavy, and he walked very slowly. Furthermore, the muffled sounds in his body became even more intense, like muffled thunder. It was extremely loud.
Without a doubt, Feng Hao was trying to break through his ninth orifice. Within his body, the Sky Punishment energy and the dark gray Phantom Martial Force were all mobilized by him. They frantically rushed into his mind, turned into a spiral shape, and violently slammed against the barrier of his ninth orifice. Immediately, a series of explosions were heard, which were the same strange sounds that were coming from within Feng Hao's body.
Previously in the tomb, due to the mysterious expert's coercion, the Battle Will power had already been exhausted by one-third. Now, there were still two-thirds left.
At this moment, Feng Hao had already refined seven types of Ultimate Force and controlled seven levels of the Phantom Martial Force. Naturally, he was faster than the Battle Will power. However, at this moment, he was only thirty meters away from the mysterious expert. Even if he dragged it out, it would only take a minute or two.
It was not easy to break through the ninth orifice in a short two minutes.
"Faster, faster."
As he got closer and closer, Fenghao could not help but feel a little anxious in his heart. In order to prevent the mysterious expert from noticing his abnormal state, he decided to close his eyes. Although he was slowly walking forward, all his thoughts were focused on breaking through to the ninth aperture.
Breaking through the ninth orifice would attract the Sky Punishment. This was his last resort, and also the only way to make the mysterious expert suffer.
It was also because of Fenghao's impatience that a smear of viciousness was born from the bottom of his heart. At this moment, the Heavenly Battle Art had quietly started to circulate on its own. In a brief moment, this smear of viciousness had transformed into torrential Battle Will. It had practically condensed into a corporeal form as it charged towards his brain along with the Illusionary Martial Energy and Sky Punishment Energy.
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