Huo Yuhao knew everyone had misunderstood. With a light smile, he used his psychic power to lift Guo Feng into the center of the Golden Table, leaving him suspended before them.
Huo Yuhao's sudden move sent a jolt through everyone. They held their martial souls ready, prepared to flee at any moment.
Yes, flee.
They had no courage to oppose Huo Yuhao.
Du Busi reacted differently from the others, however. A vicious gleam flashed in his eyes, and his hand tightened around the Reverse Scale Sword he had been suppressing all this time.
Everyone reacted differently, and Guo Feng proved himself worthy of being called a genius. The instant he was seized, he released his martial soul and soul rings. His silver arm swelled to three times its previous thickness, making his left arm longer than his entire body.
Seven soul rings-three purple and four black-slowly revolved around his silver arm.
But before Huo Yuhao's sky-swallowing psychic power, he had not the slightest ability to resist.
He could only hang helplessly in the air like a puppet, looking as though he had nothing left to live for.
Du Busi could not bear to watch any longer and demanded loudly,
"Marshal, what are you doing?"
Huo Yuhao smiled calmly.
"You pay, I deliver. The soul ring and soul bone come together. Without either one, I won't sell."
Du Busi immediately grew anxious.
"His body can't withstand the impact of a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring. Forcing him to absorb one means defying heaven itself. It's no different from suicide! Marshal, I don't want the soul bone anymore either. Let him go."
"Of course I know his body can't withstand it. But..."
Huo Yuhao's lips curved into a dangerous smile. With a flick of his gaze, his psychic power ruthlessly pinned down