No one heard it, but in the Han Ze Divine Sea, a long bell rang, and chaos filled the air.

Then, with Han Ze as the center, an invisible force spread, wiping out all the remaining aura of Moreau on the bronze sword.

Chi!

Moreau spat out a mouthful of blood and looked sluggish.

This bronze sword is his natal weapon. He has been refining it with his blood for hundreds of years. The two have long been connected, and the flying sword is like a part of his body.

But now, this connection has been erased by Han Ze!

Han Ze didn't care about Moro's reaction, but looked at Moro again.

"Brother Han, haven't you searched everything yet?" Zhang Baihua asked, "I'll look for it again!"

Han Ze shook his head and said: "The search is complete, but as you can see, this guy is too poor!"

When Su Xinyao heard this, she was speechless for a while.

"Be poor if you are poor, we won't suffer any loss!" Zhang Baihua replied.

The items in that bracelet are already more than ten times the worth of the Heavenly Master.

"The horns of the Lingming clan, if I remember correctly, should be a good material for refining magic weapons, right?" Han Ze stared at the pair of black horns on Moro's head and spoke to himself.

"If I don't die, I will cut your body into thousands of pieces and smash your bones into ashes in the future!" Moreau gritted his teeth.

"oh……"

Han Ze spoke calmly, waved the long sword in his hand, and chopped off a pair of Morrow's horns.

"Brother Han, look, what is that?" At this moment, Zhang Baihua raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

At the end of the sky, a black spot was rapidly enlarging.

"That's a person?" Su Xinyao was surprised.
Chapter completed!