Swish.
As soon as the voice of the Martial Saint rang out, a gust of wind swept through, and the Yun Meng Ancestor had already appeared before him, his claw reaching out and swiftly gripping his throat.
The Yun Meng Martial Saint clutched the Martial Saint's neck, lifting him off the ground. Struggling for breath, the Martial Saint's face turned crimson red.
"Hand over the key to the Nine Dragon Lock, or I'll kill him," the Yun Meng Ancestor threatened with a cold glare at Wu Weiweng and the other five Martial Saints.
Wu Weiweng and Wu Boqing showed urgency in their eyes, fearing the Yun Meng Martial Saint would really kill the Martial Saint.
"The key to the Nine Dragon Lock is not with us six; we are merely guardians of the vault. The key to open it is under the control of the nine commanders of the Huaxia military," Wu Weiweng explained to the Yun Meng Ancestor.
