As the crowd rushed to the center of the ancient city, a young man from an ancient tribe was holding a great sword and laughing uproariously at the sky.
"Haha… This treasure is mine now, the peerless divine sword, with it, my clan will become the fourth great ancient tribe!"
Many people stopped, watching this young man from the clan, bragging proudly.
Some noticed a golden skeleton next to the young man from the clan; the sword in his hand must have belonged to the golden skeleton, a weapon of a legendary-ranked Martial Artist.
Many from the ancient tribe were tempted—this was an incredibly ancient weapon, sure to be astonishingly powerful.
At that moment, a young man from the Sun clan spoke up lightly, "Hand over the sword in your hands, it now belongs to my Sun clan!"
