Trump Cards? Who Doesn't Have Them?

"Did you really think we had no trump cards?"

The two Great Luo cultivators, terrified and enraged, roared furiously. Boundless divine light suddenly burst from one man's chest, forcefully prying open Qin Wang's colossal Dharma Aspect hand and allowing the two of them to break free.

Seeing the astonishing might of his secret treasure, the Great Luo Realm cultivator immediately regained his courage and declared, "I admit that your killing Yun Conglong was no stroke of luck. But when you ran into me, Ma Chao, you kicked an iron plate! See this pendant? It contains a wisp of my family ancestor's divine soul. If you still refuse to know what is good for you, then today I can only invite forth this wisp of my ancestor's divine soul and slay you in this boundless Chaos Land!"

Ma Chao was the very sort of petty man who became wild with arrogance the moment he gained power. Just moments ago, he had believed his life was forfeit, but at the critical moment, the secret treasure at his chest had activated in time and saved his life. Naturally, he now believed that with this treasure on him, Qin Wang could not touch him no matter how heaven-shaking his power was.

The female cultivator beside him also recovered from her fright. Her face turned cold and grim as she pulled a jade-green hairpin from atop her head, taking up a flanking position beside Ma Chao.

In truth, no matter which of the five they were, whether in background or family standing, they were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns in the Demon Race Plane World. Every one of them was a heaven-gifted genius; otherwise, they could never have cultivated to the Great Luo Realm. How could people like them lack a few