"Huh? Passed out from rage just like that? Such poor control of one's emotions!" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged disdainfully.
With a flip of his right hand, he stowed away the Dragon Slayer Blade.
Whoosh!
With a single step, he was instantly in front of Elder Ming Jian.
With one hand, he grabbed the eight-foot long spear from his grasp.
"Infinite Crescent Moon Spear? A Xuan Rand top-quality Talisman Treasure?" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.
He wielded the white crescent spear, casually swinging it twice, producing a series of powerful whooshing sounds in the air.
Even without consciously exerting force, each strike carried the weight of ten thousand kilograms.
"Not bad! It's indeed a good treasure, though it only has seven uses left! An unexpected reward, I must say!" Zhang Xiaohao nodded with satisfaction.
Looking at Elder Ming Jian, who had fainted.
"Old guy, seeing as you brought me such a good treasure, I'll send you on your way!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
Crack!
