Without a hint of pause, fists continued to swing.
Boom!
A demon-level Sixth Realm wild man, under the cover of his companions, hurled a spear over with a bang.
It crashed against the Golden Bell.
Yet it still couldn't stop Small Knife's rapid advance.
At the very core, there's a small pool here filled with pure Sixth Realm Spirit Liquid.
But its value definitely exceeds the Seventh Realm, as it contains a diluted scent of Immortal Spirit Qi.
However, Small Knife's true focus is on the core small tree in the pool, a foot long, with seven fruits on it.
This peculiar little tree, even the World Master Domain of Small Knife couldn't fully explore it, indicating its preciousness.
The horn sounded repeatedly, and the Human King by the pond started indifferent, but now stood up with a solemn face.
They exchanged a glance; it wasn't just one, but two.
There were actually two Wildman Kings guarding this place.
