Chapter 931: Chapter 931: Stealing the Spiritual Stone
That white bone reached out with its withered palm, and grabbed Ottor in one swoop!
Ottor’s face changed dramatically. He hurriedly tried to activate his internal energy in an attempt to break free.
But at this mont, he realized how terrifying the power of this white bone was! There was no chance of breaking free!
Before Ottor could react, an enormous force had already co!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ottor’s body was actually torn apart!
Everyone couldn’t help but gasp in shock!
To shred a Martial Saint with a gesture, what kind of skill is this?
The mont Ottor was torn apart, his nascent soul flew out from his divine sense as well.
He hovered in the air, looking extrely pale.
Although losing his body could still be recovered, it would take years for his vitality to be restored!
It might even affect the foundation of his future cultivation!
“Who are you…” Ottor said weakly.
Obadiah Heptinstall glanced at Ottor’s nascent soul and sneered, “A dying man like you, why bother with so much nonsense?”
Upon hearing this, Ottor’s face changed drastically! He
He turned to flee, but Obadiah Heptinstall wouldn’t give him a chance!
Obadiah Heptinstall reached out his palm, and a blood-red light that resembled a cage trapped Ottor’s nascent soul within!
Ottor was in complete panic!
If his primordial spirit was gone, that would really an the end of everything!
“Mr. Marc, save !” Ottor shouted desperately.
Marc Fraley’s face didn’t look too good either. He said solemnly, “My friend, we can talk about this. For the sake of and the Capital City Martial Arts Association, please spare his life. How about it?”
But Obadiah Heptinstall shook his head and said, “I don’t need to give you any face.”
Leaving those words behind, Obadiah Heptinstall reached out his hand again, and Ottor’s nascent soul landed directly in his palm!
Then, Obadiah Heptinstall opened his mouth and swallowed Ottor’s nascent soul into his stomach!
A satisfied expression appeared on his face, but to everyone else, it was extrely horrifying!
Killing a Martial Saint with a re gesture, what kind of skill was this?!
The scene was completely silent, and no one dared to even breathe.
Marc took a deep breath and stood up, saying, “Who are you, sir?”
Obadiah Heptinstall glanced at Marc Fraley and said indifferently, “It seems that you are all very curious. Fine, I’ll tell you.”
“I co from the Immortal Slaying Sect. I was born from the Evil On, and of course, so was the white bone army.”
“Back then, the masked woman slaughtered tens of thousands of people from the Immortal Slaying Sect in one breath, causing the Evil On to go berserk. And I was born thanks to that.”
When he said this, Obadiah Heptinstall seed to have thought of sothing.
He slapped his forehead, saying, “Oh, speaking of which, I really have to thank soone called Ethan Smith.”
“If it weren’t for him taking away the masked woman’s coffin, we might never have been born. Hahahaha!”
Hearing this, Ethan Smith, who was hiding in the dark, had a drastic change of expression!
He never expected that this Obadiah Heptinstall was accidentally released by him!
“The Immortal Slaying Sect… You an you’re from the once-number one sect in the world from ten thousand years ago?” Marc frowned.
“Exactly.” Obadiah Heptinstall stood with his hands behind his back.
Everyone couldn’t help but gasp in astonishnt!
Most of them had never heard of the Immortal Slaying Sect before.
But Ricardo Bowman, Daphne Green, and others were not unfamiliar with the Immortal Slaying Sect.
Because they had seen it in ancient books at the Capital City Martial Arts Association!
“It’s said…that the weakest of the Immortal Slaying Sect was at the Mighty Realm, aning that all the white bones in his hands are the remains of Mighty Realm cultivators!”
“No wonder they’re so powerful! Even Martial Saints can be easily slaughtered!”
“This is bad. His white bone army is enough to sweep the world clean of everything!”
Marc also realized this problem.
He stepped forward, saying in a deep voice, “Sir, we have no grievances between us, why don’t we sit down and have a good talk?”
Obadiah Heptinstall raised an eyebrow and sneered, “When I first sent soone to the Capital City Martial Arts Association, wanting to cooperate with you, you rejected and humiliated him. Haven’t you forgotten that?”
Marc’s face turned even uglier.
How could he have known back then that Obadiah Heptinstall had such a big background!
“Alright, enough.” Obadiah Heptinstall said quietly.
“You don’t have to be afraid. I won’t strike without warning. Of course, this big spiritual stone mine belongs to .”
“If anyone disagrees, you can co forward now.”
The scene was silent, and no one dared to say anything more.
Obadiah Heptinstall nodded slightly, saying, “Well, then I won’t be polite.”
“Wait!”
At this point, Marc hurriedly stopped Obadiah Heptinstall.
“If sir doesn’t mind, why not co to my residence for a talk? How about that?” Marc suggested.
Obadiah Heptinstall thought for a mont and said, “I heard that the world of martial arts is now ruled by people like you, right?”
“That’s right.” Marc nodded quickly.
Obadiah Heptinstall rubbed his chin and whispered, “Well, perhaps there’s really sothing I can use you for… Fine, I’ll listen to what you have to say.”
Seeing this, Marc was overjoyed and quickly said, “Sir, please!”
Under everyone’s gaze, the two left the scene.
“What could Marc be discussing with him?”
“What else could they be discussing? They’re just colluding.”
“Whatever they’re discussing, there’s nothing good in it for us.”
“Maybe we should start thinking of counterasures.”
The contemporary martial artists were extrely worried and saddened. They all knew very well that in negotiations between the strong, the weak are always sacrificed.
“Senior Calvert, are you alright?” Ethan Smith hurried to Calvert Rose’s side.
Calvert Rose waved his hand slightly, saying, “I’m fine.”
Ethan sighed, “Senior Calvert, you should hurry to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion and take so ti to recover.”
Calvert Rose was silent, only giving Ethan a slight bow.
At this mont, Ethan suddenly noticed a sneaky figure.
It was none other than the man with the mustache.
He sneaked out of the venue and started running as soon as he left.
Ethan saw this and quickly bid farewell to Calvert Rose, following the man in a hurry.
Ethan caught up with the man with the mustache, patted his shoulder, and said, “Where are you going?”
The man glared, saying, “Where the fuck else can I go? Didn’t you hear what they said? That bastard wants the entire spiritual stone mine!”
“I have to steal these spiritual stones while he’s still away!”
Ethan’s eyes lit up, and he said eagerly, “Good idea!”
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