"The lunch was nice," Peter spoke while rubbing his belly.
"Yeah, the wine truly made the entire food amazing." Zhao Ming had the same satisfied expression on his face after eating lunch. But soon, the silence flashed on the room.
Peter didn't even hesitate to take out the Trident of Destruction.
"So, how do we comprehend the Destruction Intent?"
Hearing his question, Zhao Ming sticks out two of his fingers in his right hand touching his forehead. At the same time, he sticks out two of his fingers and touches the trident.
The spirit power bursts out of his body and reached the trident. As soon as it reached the trident, it startled trembling. Slowly, a purple thread emerged from his forehead to the trident. This purple thread was different than any other thread.