"You really are a tenacious ghost!" Xiao Chen shouted lowly.
"What are you waiting for? Everyone attack at the same time, sacrifice these two alive, and then we'll decide the ownership of the Stone Sword," the White-haired Ancestral God said with a cruel smile, looking at Xiao Chen and Old Goat with an icy glint in his eyes.
In an instant, seven or eight people erupted with endless murderous intent.
"To ease your minds, if you want this Stone Sword, no problem, I'll give it to you." Saying so, Old Goat directly opened the Stone Sword that was broken into several sections and threw them out. He did it very decisively, without the slightest care, as if he was throwing away trash.
The seven or eight powerhouses immediately descended into chaos, scrambling to snatch the pieces, even the White-haired Ancestral God was no exception, grabbing a piece of the sword tip.
