"What is he doing?" The thugs and others watched Zhang Menglong as he used the Soul Seal.
"I don't know," said Saija, the most knowledgeable among them, who had never seen such a scene before. "I sense a very powerful Soul Power; this might be an extremely powerful martial arts technique."
"How many secrets does the Ritian Sect have?" Saija muttered to himself.
Such a powerful Alchemist, an endless array of martial arts secrets, and technical talents that even the Light of the Universe's team cannot match—it's unbelievable they've never heard of such an organization.
Having completed the Soul Seal, Zhang Menglong smiled with satisfaction. The 20 million Cosmic Coins didn't particularly excite him, as it barely made a dent in his vast balance.
But what truly thrilled him were the more than 100 thugs he could use for free for 1,000 years. And as a slave trader, Zidi's number of slaves was countless. Wasn't Zidi's now his, Zhang Menglong's?
