"Divine Weapon..."
Wang Tianfeng's face turned grim, filled with disbelief. "It's the Heavenly Frost Divine Pot of Sword Emperor Lin Haitang, this is impossible!"
He could not accept this reality.
In the history of Yu City, aside from their Wang Family's ancestor in the past, no other person has ever unearthed a Supreme Divine Weapon.
But today, Mo Wangchen, who wagered against him, managed to do so!
He did not believe it and could not accept his defeat in this bet.
"So, Young Master Wang, when will you send me those three hundred million spirit stones?" Mo Wangchen put away the Heavenly Frost Divine Pot.
Such a divine object could not be shown in front of people for long, otherwise, who knows what kind of trouble it might attract.
After all, Mo Wangchen was well aware of the harsh realities of the Cultivation World.
The allure of the Supreme Divine Weapon might tempt some to stoop to dishonorable actions.
