The Dao Fruit was the condensed essence of a cultivator's cultivation.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, most cultivators would not choose such a resolute method.
Everyone would always hope to get lucky. Even when they were on the verge of death, they were unwilling to give up their last hope and chance of survival.
However, the black-robed man did not hesitate at all!
Lin Xunzhen held the immortal sword in her hand and raised tip of her sword slightly against the black-robed man's glabella, digging out his Dao Fruit.
Unfortunately, this person's Dao Fruit was already filled with cracks and its use was greatly reduced.
Lin Xunzhen removed the person's storage bag again and swept it with her spirit consciousness before throwing it on the ground casually.
