"This Sword Intent Soul Fruit belongs to me!"
"Master, you used me as a scapegoat, so let this item be compensation, then!"
Immortal Blood Bone's eyes were filled with intense, blazing flames.
He struggled to remain calm and not show any abnormality, his hands trembling slightly as he picked up the Bloody Sun Sword Fruit from the ashes and put it into his storage bag.
Then, he acted as if nothing had happened, not wasting a single moment to clean up the area, and flew towards a distant prairie.
In just a short moment, Immortal Blood Bone arrived by a plain and unremarkable stream on the prairie, lifted up dry grass and a stone slab, revealing a quiet room beneath.
Entering it,
A teleportation Formation appeared before his eyes.
Clearly, no Cultivator is a fool; they are all well-prepared in advance.
"Master, let's meet again when I've become an Immortal," Immortal Blood Bone resolved in his heart and disappeared into the white light of the teleportation Formation.
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