"Are you telling me a joke?" Lin Zifeng shook his head with a bitter smile.
Now that the Heavenly Painting Halberd was in his hands, not to mention he wouldn't hand it over—even if he did, they wouldn't easily let him go.
"I swear on my life, as long as you hand over the Holy Weapon, absolutely no one here will trouble you. Just look at how many people have died because you got the Holy Weapon. Do you really want to see even more people die for you?"
The elder's words struck right at Lin Zifeng's soft spot. Hundreds of powerful Ability Users from the Ability Group had all died in this battle, leaving only two or three survivors. The battle was indeed fierce.
"Alright then, come and take it. If you can take it, the Holy Weapon is naturally yours." Lin Zifeng suddenly grinned, casually thrusting the Heavenly Painting Halberd into the ground.
His eyes were filled with sincerity, which initially startled the elder.
… Swish swish swish…
"Is he for real? Is he joking?"
