A group of people flew across the sky quickly. The protective shield of a Martial Arts Grandmaster and the flying device of a Martial King carried a faint fluorescent light as they streaked across the silent night sky like meteors.
Li Lingtian's expression did not change at all. There was no one else who could remain as calm as him when facing three powerful Martial Arts Grandmasters and six Martial Kings.
" Brother Zhao, do you think that Warrior Spirit disciple still has the 10,000-year-old Purple Jade Fruit? "
Sun Haoran said softly. His body floated in the air and his speed was extremely fast. He was far ahead of the six Martial King Realm experts.
" Brother Sun, you already know. Why are you asking me? That Warrior Spirit disciple took out three Ten-thousand-year-old Purple Jade Fruits at once. I won't believe that he doesn't have any more Purple Jade Fruits. "
