"I'm not selling!" Wang Baole was unhappy. He only had ten fragments, while the youth already had nineteen. As he thought about how he had found all the fragments using his own effort, his unhappiness grew into arrogance, and he turned around and continued on his path.
The youth, Jin Duoming, continued smiling the same way. His confidence didn't seem affected as he spoke calmly while looking at Wang Baole's back view.
"A seventh-grade Dharmic Armament in exchange for a fragment. Deal?" He spoke while retrieving a saber from his storage bracelet, placing it right by him and pressing down on it with his right hand as he looked at Wang Baole.
The moment the saber emerged, an astonishing baneful wave instantly erupted from it, resulting in the formation of a black hurricane that swept loudly in all directions. Vaguely, a gigantic black crocodile appeared from within the hurricane!
