"Barde, aren't you a seven-starred Spirit Master? Hurry up and help me kill this kid. I'll ask my brother-in-law to reward you heavily!" The bald man was so angry that he almost revived. He wanted to jump up, but he really couldn't support himself. He leaned on a level-7 swordsman and pointed at Beiting Huang.
The opening of the Sacred Spirit Ruins was really a great opportunity to earn money. Groups of magical beasts surged out of the spatial gaps. Although the risk was great, all the humans who participated were in large teams. Even if they followed those experts to pick up magical beast loot, they could still make a huge fortune.
Therefore, every year at this time, all Spiritual Practitioners and Swordsmen above seven stars would rush over. They would definitely not let go of this good opportunity.
The bald man was surrounded by the weakest Seven Star Swordsman.
