Looking up at Xiao Tian, who stood solemnly on the stage, the crowd found themselves at a loss for how to respond.
After a long silence, the person who previously suggested that the old man might be an Artifact Spirit spoke up: "A personified being living within the treasure space in another form."
Xiao Tian nodded: "You’re not entirely wrong, but a prerequisite should be added..."
Pausing here, Xiao Tian saw everyone’s attention focused on him and continued: "The basic condition for an Artifact Spirit should be ford naturally after years of accumulation and nurturing."
Upon hearing Xiao Tian’s explanation, the crowd thought for a mont and then appeared enlightened.
Indeed, a true Artifact Spirit must be from a treasure of significant rank, ford only under the right circumstances, existing uniquely.
Moreover, the formation of an Artifact Spirit is rare unless the treasure itself is truly extraordinary, even if it exceeds the standard line.
However, saying this raises another question...
So, how did Xiao Tian determine that the seemingly aged old man was not a naturally nurtured Artifact Spirit?!
The next mont, before anyone could inquire, the old man in the middle of the stage, who had let the crowd discuss freely, admitted lightly: "He’s right, I’m actually not an Artifact Spirit."
Everyone widened their eyes, unsure how to respond, choosing to remain silent and listen for the old man’s further remarks.
The old man did not keep them waiting long and soon said: "In fact, soone guessed my identity right from the beginning; I am... the forr owner of the Shaking Light Disc."
Boom!
The old man’s plain statent exploded among the crowd like thunder on a clear day, leaving them stunned and unable to react.
However, the old man’s words ended there, and about his background, he shared nothing more, even beginning to threaten openly.
"Now, since you have entered the world of the Shaking Light Disc, you are destined not to leave."
The old man sneered coldly: "So, either stay here in solitude until the end, or step into the darkness behind you, create your own world, and accompany . Besides, you have no other choice!"
As the words fell, Thunder King Salon emitted a growl like muffled thunder, mocking: "Is that so? What if we kill you, the so-called owner?!"
The old man shrugged indifferently: "You can’t do it!"
Just a single sentence, no change in tone or deanor, as if he completely disregarded Thunder King Salon’s death threat.
Despite the calm tone, the crowd heard a supre confidence that dismissed such feeble threats.
Being ignored, Thunder King Salon’s arms shook, and arcs of electricity pulsated on him, appearing grand and imposing.
The elderly man at the center of the stage showed no change in expression, his eyes calm like a still pond.
At the sa ti, thick fog around Hidden Needle swirled, quickly enveloping his figure, clearly intending to coordinate with Thunder King Salon to strike down the old man claiming to be the Shaking Light Disc’s previous owner!
Everyone’s eyes lit up; at such a ti, having soone willing to act first to break the stalemate was undoubtedly the best scenario.
Thus, all anticipated eagerly that Thunder King Salon and Hidden Needle would succeed in their strike and resolve the deadlock.
Monts later, the two gathered their strength and attacked simultaneously with their fully prepared killing moves, moving so fast only shadows could be seen, followed by nothing more.
However... the direction of their attack seed off!
Bang! Bang!
After two explosive sounds like thunder, the crowd realized that the two were not targeting the old man but heading towards Xiao Tian.
Xiao Tian staggered back two steps, seemingly not severely injured.
Thunder King Salon and Hidden Needle were startled together; this was an outco they never expected.
Prior to this, to ensure smooth execution of their plan without detection, not even a single word of necessary communication was exchanged, yet why did Xiao Tian seem prepared?
As if he had long known he was the target?!
Observing Thunder King Salon’s surprised expression, Xiao Tian sneered inwardly, thinking he had indeed guessed correctly.
In fact, when the two began synchronizing for action, Xiao Tian felt enveloped by a sense of danger, alerting him to what might happen.
Previously suspicious of Thunder King Salon and Hidden Needle’s seemingly righteous actions, Xiao Tian naturally connected the dots, and the result didn’t surprise him.
After taking the blow, Xiao Tian utilized an extrely small window of ti to activate the peculiar energy Sun Miaohan entrusted to him.
The energy sphere floating above his Dantian began slowly descending under the guidance of Xiao Tian’s True Qi, until fully landing at the very center of his Dantian.
Once the energy sphere fully contacted the Dantian, Xiao Tian’s Dantian initiated self-operation, rotating at an overload speed, seemingly extracting all his True Qi.
Simultaneously, the bright yellow True Qi coursing through Xiao Tian’s veins began transforming with visible speed, completely converted in an instant, surprising him with the efficiency.
Described complexly, the entire occurrence took rely the blink of an eye.
With the True Qi transformation complete, Xiao Tian channeled all the surging True Qi into his right arm, aiming a strike at Thunder King Salon ahead.
Thunder King Salon, suddenly attacked, appeared briefly flustered, then pushed his protective True Qi to its limit, unfolding a milky white armor, cautiously facing Xiao Tian’s assault.
Having suffered once before, Thunder King Salon dared not use self-damaging moves, investing all True Qi in defense this ti.
anwhile, considering a counterstrike strategy.
In Thunder King Salon’s view, as long as he steadfastly endured Xiao Tian’s strike, Hidden Needle could gather enough power for a counterattack.
By then, having released a large amount of True Qi, Xiao Tian would inevitably find himself powerless temporarily.
At that mont, Hidden Needle’s follow-up assault, with Salon’s assistance, even if failing to kill, could cripple Xiao Tian, avenging past disgraces!
However, facing Xiao Tian’s decisive strike, he felt the bones in his arms beginning to fracture, pain spreading through them...
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