Blood Dripped to Claim the Mastery

Everyone stared fixedly at Luo Zheng. Although many of the God-Level Geniuses wore greedy expressions, the numerous corpses in the great pit were plain for all to see.

Stealing the thing in Luo Zheng's hands? That wasn't merely walking a knife's edge—it was pure suicide!

Thus, everyone could only keep a certain distance from Luo Zheng and watch from afar.

The Black Star Mining Pickaxe was extremely short and small, so it looked like a tiny hammer. Luo Zheng examined it again and again, but still couldn't discern its secrets.

"Does this mining pickaxe need true essence to activate?"

At that thought, a thread of true essence appeared in Luo Zheng's hand and flowed toward the mining pickaxe.

Normally, true essence could easily invade weapons and blades, but he vaguely sensed that the mining pickaxe seemed highly repellent toward true essence. The true essence couldn't be infused into it at all...

"Perception..."

Next, Luo Zheng used the perception of his soul, but the moment it touched the Black Star Mining Pickaxe, it was likewise blocked outside by an invisible force.

"Does it need blood to acknowledge its master?"

Luo Zheng blinked. With a light flick of his finger, a thread of fresh blood shot out, but before the blood bead could splash onto the Black Star Mining Pickaxe, it slid away toward both sides.

This...

Looking at the Black Star Mining Pickaxe that refused everything, Luo Zheng suddenly felt as though he had entered a treasure mountain only to return empty-handed. He had no way to deal with it.

Luo Zheng helplessly blinked and glanced at the God-Level Geniuses in the distance. At this moment, not a single person dared approach, and he couldn't expect to learn the method from them.

Just as Luo Zheng was at his wit's end,