"You're just a Divine Realm expert. How do you have such a mighty Puppet Fighter?"
Lei Xin cast a glance at the Puppet Fighter, which was at war with Mr. Wu, a gleam of eagerness flashing over his eyes.
Puppet Fighters were expensive.
The value of such a powerful Puppet Fighter was boundless. Even he was not qualified to own one like this.
"Lei Xin, if you want this Puppet Fighter, then kill me. As long as you kill me, he's yours," Jian Wushuang provoked Lei Xin.
"That makes sense," Lei Xin slightly nodded, "Now that you're courting death, I'll help you."
His purple Stone Staff emerged in his hand, wrapped by Thunderbolts. With the sound of thunder piercing the void, the void in front of Jian Wushuang was broken open, and Lei Xin suddenly appeared.
When he showed up, Lei Xin clenched his Long Staff in both hands and swung out angrily at Jian Wushuang.
"Thunder Hell!"
