He glanced at the undead dragon girl and his questioning voice fell on everyone's ears.
"This coffin originates from our clan's treasury, said to be one of the Ancestor's relics, with an irreplaceable potential value."
Shi Jue shook his head slightly and, after careful thought, calmly replied:
"But there's no corpse in the clan that can recognize its ownership, nor can any divinity or other special qualities be detected from it. After several turnovers, it finally became one of my collections... that's roughly the process."
"This is one of my clan's people."
Mie Quan swung a fist, and the terrifying punch flew past, with Ye Hanjun unable to see even the afterimage, only hearing a thunderous rumble by the time he reacted.
However, his full-powered strike only managed to slightly deform the inner board of the coffin.
After pounding continuously dozens of times, Mie Quan shook his hands, took a light breath, and the hot air from all directions converged into his body.
"Bang!!!"
