Take Back Your Words
Chapter 777 Take Back Your Words
As the vines were dug out, the surrounding mist quickly faded and finally dissipated. Unlike other treasures, once the Spiritual Roots were freed from the soil, its battle spirit would also disperse.
Almost as soon as the mist dissipated, the two black-armored men rushed over and surrounded them. Nanan and Dragin were happily collecting the Spiritual Roots, but seeing the two men made them frown.
"What do you think you’re doing?" they asked unhappily.
Fan Tong laughed loudly and said, "Hahaha, what naive little girls. I can’t believe you’re asking me that when you’ve got so many treasures."
"Hand over the treasures now, little girls. Then, get down on your knees in surrender and we’ll spare your lives!" ordered Master Tie coldly.
Dragin covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Are you planning to rob us?"
"Bingo!" said Sun Mohai. Then, he cackled maniacally.
However, not only did they not see panicked expressions on the girls’ faces, they saw that the girls were actually excited.
"Brother Li said we shouldn’t use our powers to oppress or bully others," said Nanan.
"But he also said that we should fight back against the bad guys, so I’ll give you a chance to take back your words," said Dragin with a smile.
The three families were stunned. They were looking at Dragin with strange expressions on their faces.
"Brothers, did you hear that? She’s giving us a chance to take back our words! Hahaha!"
"How naive you are! What can two little girls like you do to us?"
"Come hit me, then! Let’s just see how strong your little fists are!"
The black-armored man could not stop laughing. "You cowgirls crack me up! However, you’ll pay for your disobedience! Take them down!"
The masters of the three major families stepped out at the same time and the endless power of Origins gathered in their hands. The terrifying force shot through the air like a continuous stream of a raging river, causing the space to be distorted. Dense visions started to shake the void.
The battle spirits behind Nanan roared furiously as they charged toward the three masters. Their docile appearances were gone, and in place were the savageness of various beasts.
"Haha, I feel so excited seeing so many treasures rushing toward me. It’s like they’re serving themselves up on a golden platter!" mocked Fan Tong. Suddenly, he raised his hand, curled his fingers into claws, and grabbed the thunder eagle’s neck tightly.
The thunder eagle struggled violently in his hand but still could not break free. It let out a series of desperate screeches and with a flash of lightning, it turned into a long sword.
Then, Fan Tong took a step forward and slashed an incoming black panther with the sword. The black panther was instantly slashed to bits by the sword’s unparalleled
The others from the three major families laughed with their masters while their mana surged into the sky. Their eyes flashed with excitement and greed as they charged at the battle spirits.
Although there were many battle spirits, their real strength was only a little stronger than an average second-step Wisdom Elite while the masters from the three major families were all third-step Wisdom Elites. Coupling this with the many skilled cultivators from the three families, it was not surprising that the battle spirits found it difficult to withstand their attacks.
Soon, one by one, they were all subdued.
"I got a good treasure! This halberd isn’t bad at all! The murderous intent is heavy and the Origins are strong!"
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"O dear battle spirits, what exactly did you see in those people? Follow us, and we’ll make sure you’ll live up to your full potential!"
"That’s right! Your fates are to be subdued by us! Be obedient and don’t resist!"
Everyone was behaving extremely arrogantly and they used everything in their arsenal to subdue the battle spirits. The two black-armored men looked at each other, smiled coldly, and made their way over to Nanan. Those battle spirits were not what they were after. What they cared about the most were the blood-clotting fruit tree, the blood-filled fruit, and the secrets Nanan held.
"Little girls, you’ll suffer less if you just do as we say!" One of the black-armored men cackled and extended an evil hand toward Nanan and Dragin.
"Looks like you don’t plan to take back your words. Don’t blame us for fighting back then!" said Nanan innocently. Then, she raised her shovel and brought it crashing down on the evil hand.
No one would find a little girl with a shovel threatening. The smirk remained on the black-armored man’s face as he laughed even more wildly. However, in the next second, the shovel slammed down on his hand and the laughter froze on his face. Then, his face contorted with pain.
"Ow-Aba! Aba! My hand! My hand!" He gasped and shouted nonsensically. He felt like he was paralyzed and his hand had been flattened like a pancake. Even his Origins of Life could not restore it, as a mysterious force was raging in it accompanied by a heart-wrenching pain.
"Are you okay?" asked the other black-armored man with shock.
"There’s something weird going on with them! Do your best to suppress them, and don’t let your guard down for even a moment!" said the injured black-armored man in a low and furious voice.
"Don’t worry!" The other black-armored man nodded solemnly. He then narrowed his eyes, raised his fist, and threw a fist strike. This punch mobilized the Origins around them, transformed into a giant dragon head, and pushed forward, wanting to crush everything in its path.
Dragin was riding the Milk Cow like a general in battle. She raised her hand and commanded, "Charge, brave cow!"
Moo! The Milk Cow roared at the sky and charged forward frantically with Dragin on its back.
"You brats must have a death wish! Very well then." The black-armored man grinned savagely and also charged toward them like a cannonball, wanting to fight the Milk Cow head-on.
The punch he threw earlier might seem random, but it was actually just a prelude. If the opponent chose to resist, he would quickly follow up with another attack that would exponentially increase the power of the first punch.
In an instant, he arrived at the mouth of the giant dragon. He seemed to be controlling the dragon and he was surrounded by unrivaled power. He raised his hand and punched again. This time, it was like a meteor chasing the moon as it swooped toward the cow!
The Milk Cow’s movements remained the same —charging forward with its head down while its hooves kicked up dust storms. Compared with a bull’s horns, its horns were relatively short. They were not even as long as its ears, making it seem harmless.
The two forces quickly collided like two streams of light meeting in the void. The terrifying power exploded, shaking all the Origins around them and causing the void to vibrate and distort as if it were plastic. Then, a figure streaked across the void in a perfect parabolic arc, landing on the battlefield with a heavy thud. It was the black-armored man.