Hiss!
Shan Feng and several Asura Clan experts who understood Hell Language couldn't help but click their tongues.
Such a venomous oath.
Even the Giant King seemed taken aback. Would anyone really dare to break this oath?
After thinking a bit, he also declared, "I'll swear too."
"If I deceive, may I be childless and devoid of descendants!"
Jiang Fan laughed, "Alright, I'll count to three."
"One, two, three!"
He and the Giant King simultaneously tossed the items in their hands.
The Giant King grabbed the blood-stained bag with ease and let out a sigh of relief.
Immediately, a hint of mischief appeared in his vertical eye.
Jiang Fan simultaneously grasped the bracelet and the small bag containing Breath Soil.
But, at the moment of holding the small bag.
He realized something was off.
A sense of tightness came from the other side of the boundary.
There was certainly something invisible bound to the small bag, and the other end was in the Giant King's hand.
