A glimmer of greed flitted across Shi Wushuang’s eyes as he stared at the Radiance Divine Scepter in Huang Xiaolong’s hand. A billion years had passed since the war between the Nine Yin Giant Corpse Tribe and Heavenly Court. During that time, the Nine Yin Giant Corpse Tribe’s only grandmist treasure, the Nine Yin Magic Mirror, was lost. His tribe had not had another grandmist treasure since then.

The Nine Yin Giant Corpse Tribe had been sick at heart about this matter.

Shi Wushuang could tell the divine scepter in Huang Xiaolong’s hand was at par with the lost Nine Yin Magic Mirror. If his tribe could get this divine scepter, they didn’t need to worry about having insufficient power when attacking the Divine World.

With this divine scepter, they won’t need to fear whether the King of Grandmist, that old monster, would make a move or not. Adding...