The painting looked pretty normal to me, with no spiritual energy coming off it. It didn't seem like any kind of special magical artifact at all.
"What is this?" When everyone saw the painting, they couldn't help but laugh.
"Has Mason Raymond lost his mind? Does he think this piece of junk paper can stop a Martial Saint's power?"
"Haha, this is just desperation. He's completely lost it."
Mockery poured in from all sides. Everyone thought I was just flailing around in panic.
Even Ms. Zackary cracked a rare smile.
"Just wait and see." Only the man with the mustache chuckled coldly.
He stared hard at the painting and sneered, "These idiots don't know what kind of treasure this is. Martial Saint power? That's nothing!"
While everyone laughed, the painting suddenly gave off a strange glow!
Then, waves of terrifying, dark energy burst out!
The temperature around us plummeted instantly! The cold cut right through us!
"What's happening?" Everyone's faces changed!
