Lu Sheng glanced at the Believer of Pain, then looked at the trident the elderly centaur gripped in his hand, and immediately knew the trident was the 'material' he was suppose to extract.
'Work of an Evil Art Master?' He didn't plan to put much effort into this mission, but he was at least slightly interested now that he saw the Divine Weapon.
"Enough. Give me the Divine Weapon, and I may spare your life," Lu Sheng said calmly.
Through the vibration of the altar, his voice was transformed into a mental pulse, and delivered directly into the elderly centaur's ears.
"Whoosh!"
The immense trident abruptly paused above the altar, its tips trembling violently. The elderly centaur was obviously conflicted.
"Most Esteemed Emissary! This is not the result we wanted!" the Believer of Pain complained loudly.
Lu Sheng glanced over.
"Bam!"
He kicked up a rock and slammed it with his palm.