The Burst of Spirit Blood

The bald youth was dumbfounded and froze on the spot. It seemed that he could not accept what he had just seen, and his eyes were full of blankness. He muttered while in a trance, "He… ate my Illusory Armament?"

"Yea, of course I ate it. I can show you if you don't believe me," Wang Baole said after hearing the youth. He opened his mouth and showed to the bald youth that he really had eaten it.

Even Lu Zihao, who had constantly been paying close attention to the battle, had an odd look after seeing this. He looked at the bald youth and then at Wang Baole. Even though he really disliked the former, he still could not help but curse Wang Baole.

"Bastard, that's such a low blow! Where does he come from? The Dharmic Armament Pavilion or the Gourmand Pavilion? Isn't he afraid of dying because of this?"

While Lu Zihao was muttering, the purple-armored cultivator was also dumbstruck and frightened by what Wang Baole had just done.