"Yun Xiao, if you don't want to die, hand that Strange Spirit over to me!"
Seeing the treasure within reach fall into Yun Xiao's hands, Bai Wushuang at this moment would not care about whether he could defeat that half-step Ninth Rank Strange Spirit, Yun Xiao was the real hero here.
He only knew this little brat had taken what belonged to him, so his words were filled with undisguised threats, ready to fight at any disagreement.
Crash!
However, Yun Xiao didn't reply to Bai Wushuang with words. A sound of ice sculpture shattering was the response, and the Fog Spirit ice sculpture, under Bai Wushuang's displeased gaze, turned into a pile of Shattered Ice, finally stored into the Waist Storage, becoming nourishment for Little Dragon's strength enhancement.
"You're looking for death!"
