A Senior's Great Righteousness

Silently, the Little Locust Blade easily pierced through the hearts of three outsiders.

The three powerhouses from the Magic Civilization perished, falling from the sky.

They hit the ground and burst into a puddle of bloody pulp.

Their Divine Weapons appeared beside their corpses.

Several greedy natives quickly gathered around, intending to take advantage of the chaos and steal the three outsiders' Divine Weapons.

Whether Magic Staffs or Magic Broomsticks, they were rare Divine Weapons to them. If they could successfully fuse with them, their strength would surely soar by leaps and bounds.

But the three outsiders were Han Wu's prey.

How could Han Wu allow the natives to take advantage of him?

He did not move himself, instead using his thoughts to control three Little Locust Blades as they descended beside the three outsiders.

Whichever native dared step forward was killed on the spot.

In just three minutes, more than twenty Divine Weapons of all kinds burst out onto the ground.

With such a miserable sight before them, who could fail to understand what it meant?

But the Weapon Soul Crystal was still beside the three outsiders' corpses. The auction house manager could not imagine the consequences of losing the Weapon Soul Crystal.

He braced himself and stepped forward trembling, shouting, "Which great expert has lent us a hand?"

Han Wu heard him but did not respond. He merely continued controlling the three Little Locust Blades as they hovered in the air, vigilantly guarding against other natives approaching.

"I am the manager of the mine auction house. That Weapon Soul belongs to our mine. It was unfortunately seized by outsiders, and thanks to you, great expert, our mine has recovered it." The auction house manager spoke to the three Little Locust Blades.

The Little Locust Blades continued hovering in