Holy Lord Si looked at the supreme bone in Jiang Wushuang's hand and could not help but sneer and say, "I'm afraid that your bone will break if I touch it, will it?"
"Uncle Si, don't you know the background of the two who guarded Big Graves?" Jiang Wushuang shook his head and said. "It's been too long. Even though they're at the Tribulation Stage, their bones should have long lost their toughness.
"Therefore, the bone in my hand might really be the supreme bone."
After hearing Jiang Wushuang's words, Holy Lord Si suddenly trembled a little as if he was reminded of something.
"Why don't I sell you the supreme bone in my hand? I just want the same conditions as Xuan Jizi," Jiang Wushuang laughed and said.
The veins bulged on Holy Lord Si's forehead. He suppressed his anger and said, "You spent only 100 million spirit coins, but you're asking for the Si family's immortal scripture?"
