"Kid, the divine weapon is not for you to possess. Hand it over voluntarily."
The Dark Magic King spoke indifferently, his tone extremely cold.
"Hand over the divine weapon, or die."
Huangfu Hengyang's aura had already locked onto Feng Wu.
Night Ming, Luo Xueyan, and the others were the same; they would not allow Feng Wu to get the divine weapon.
If the divine weapon fell into the hands of a disciple from a big power, they might have considered it. However, Feng Wu wasn't from a major power. Even though he was the Young Master of Hidden Dragon Hall, Hidden Dragon Hall was merely a dark force of the Southern Wasteland Continent, nothing compared to the other major powers.
As Nirvana experts from all over the world had Feng Wu locked, it was impossible for him to escape.
"Not good."
Far away, Tang Qi, Jun Wuyou, and the others had their faces change drastically.
They were extremely anxious in their hearts, but they couldn't help much.
