"I want this item." When an indifferent voice rang out, a palm reached through the space, grabbing at the copper pieces in Mu Chen's hand. That hand was as swift as a thunderbolt, catching people off guard.
If it were any ordinary person, he would not have reacted as someone snatched from him so blatantly. However, Mu Chen was clearly not in the ranks of ordinary people. His expression turned cold as the palm stretched over. A sharp glint surged in his dark eyes.
He ignored the pieces of copper that were about to be taken away, and he swiftly retracted his other hand. At the same time, the Holy Pagoda emerged in his eyes. Vast and powerful spiritual energy poured into his palm like a flood.
Buzz!
