Within the Level 1 flying ship.
The old demon threw the dying Reck onto the ground and squinted, sizing up Wang Hao and his companions.
He noticed that the cultivation levels of the people here were all around that of the Martial King, and the only one whose cultivation he couldn't see through was the wooden man.
But what could a broken piece of wood possibly amount to?!
Could it be that these days a broken piece of wood could cultivate to the Heavenly Position Realm?!
When the old demon confirmed that Xiangxiang wasn't here and that no one was a match for him, he felt an uncontrollable urge rising within him.
Mutou looked at the old demon and couldn't help swallowing hard, "So it's a Saint Demon Turtle, what a fine item!"
Wang Hao curiously asked, "How good is it?!"
