"Ha ha, is this pitiful force meant to scrape therapy for yours truly?"
Fang Xing laughed heartily, reaching out his hand toward the Divine Infant Fruit.
"Don't even think about it!"
The magic treasures of other Core Formation cultivators fell upon Fang Xing's body, only to be repelled by a layer of crimson-gold brilliance.
Even top-grade magic treasures couldn't leave a scratch on him.
Every now and then, a few top-tier magic treasures managed to make Fang Xing casually respond, leaving several white marks on his arm.
"Quasi Fourth Rank Body Cultivation?!"
Mu Qinglan exclaimed, looking at the Divine Infant Fruit in Fang Xing's hand, her expression turned resolute.
The struggle for the Divine Infant Fruit has always gotten harder in the latter stages!
"May the Spiritual Treasure aid me!"
With a light shout, she plucked the strings of the 'Jiao Wei Zither'!
Twang!