Hao Qi's advance was abruptly halted. The man seemed to find Puzhi, who kept kicking at him from behind, thoroughly annoying. With a casual wave of his backhand—a movement so bizarrely paced that its trajectory was clear to the eye, yet the body remained utterly frozen in place—he struck Puzhi squarely in the chest. Puzhi's Divine Coverage Rate shattered instantly, and he was sent flying a hundred meters away, bouncing once upon hitting the ground before blood seeped across his surface. Though he struggled desperately to rise, he was clearly incapacitated for the time being.
Hao Qi's eyes widened, the fury within them burning so fiercely it seemed ready to burst into flame. Yet, looking down at Zhang Heng pinned beneath the man's foot, he could only grind out in a low voice: "Who are you? What do you want?"
The man burst into laughter. "That's more like it! Communication—communication is what matters most... especially when you find yourselves reduced to the status of mere ants. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Wen Renhou, master of the Nether Moon Sect and patriarch of the Nether Moon Financial Group. Strictly speaking, we harbor no personal grudges. But who told you to carry treasures that invite disaster? This Primeval relic is the first, the legacy of Blue Dyeing the World is the second, and the Crimson is the third. To make a long story short, hand over the secrets of this Primeval relic. Do not attempt to deceive me; this is no ordinary ruin, is it? It must be a pla…
Chapter 222