The Magic Artifact activated on its own!
Old Jiang Ba was stunned. Just as he was about to say something, the attacks frozen in midair silently vanished, as if they had never existed.
A deathly silence descended upon the summit of Mount Fu.
Everyone's eyes widened as they stared at Old Jiang Ba—Li Sanbai, Dongfang Xun, and even No-Face, the monster in the blood pool far below.
"What... what kind of Magic Artifact is this? It's terrifying!"
Zou Qingsheng sucked in a cold breath, his eyes glinting with endless greed.
He knew that Old Jiang Ba and Su Daiyi were ordinary people. If so, couldn't he just snatch it from them? Heavenly treasures belong to the virtuous. And he, Zou Qingsheng, was a man of virtue! After all, he was concerned for the lives of ordinary people and had led the other eleven Martial Ancestors to slay Xu Lai. Therefore, the Magic Artifact on Old Jiang Ba... he would have it!
