Chapter 5129: It Was Given by the King of Ten Thousand Weapons Again?!

"You… what did you say?!" Hearing this, Lang Wujie picked at his ear, looking unhappily at Xiao Xuan.

"It was given by the King of Ten Thousand Weapons, did you hear that clearly?" Xiao Xuan sneered.

Lang Wujie stood frozen in place, staring blankly at Xiao Xuan. After a long silence, he shook his head vigorously: "You… you're lying! How could the King of Ten Thousand Weapons give you a Magical Artifact? Do you know what era the King of Ten Thousand Weapons lived in? Ah!"

In Lang Wujie's eyes, the King of Ten Thousand Weapons was a major figure from the ancient era, the number one Artifact Refiner of the Ancient Burial Holy Land, and the strongest Artifact Refiner among all the Holy Lands.

The King of Ten Thousand Weapons had only gifted the Wolf God Battle Blade to the Ancient Wolf Immortal Clan because of some help they had provided him in the past.

But now, a boy in front of him actually claimed that the King of Ten Thousand Weapons had given him a Magical Artifact. This was something Lang Wujie could not believe, no matter what.

"Heh… why would I lie to you? Ridiculous." Xiao Xuan shook his head disdainfully.

"You… damn you!" Lang Wujie gritted his teeth, feeling insulted.

The Wolf God Battle Blade, which his Ancient Wolf Immortal Clan regarded as a treasure, seemed to be something easily obtained in the other party's eyes.

To Lang Wujie, this was an insult, a deep insult!

"How dare you disrespect Lord King of Ten Thousand Weapons! You are courting death!" Lang Wujie roared angrily.

"Hehehe… Lang Wujie! What about this?" Xiao Qing took out the wuji holy sword, looking at Lang Wujie with a wicked grin.

In an instant, Lang Wujie felt the Wolf God Battle Blade in his hand resonate with the other party's wuji holy sword.

It seemed that the Wolf God Battle Blade and the pair of swords in the other party's hand were of the same origin.

"You… what kind of Magical Artifact is this?!" Lang Wujie looked stunned.

"The wuji holy sword, given by the King of Ten Thousand Weapons," Xiao Qing said with a smile.

At this moment, Lang Wujie felt his entire being fall apart.

It was given by the King of Ten Thousand Weapons again?!

Why?!

Why would the King of Ten Thousand Weapons give them Magical Artifacts?!

And it seemed like one for each person!

Since when did the divine weapons forged by the King of Ten Thousand Weapons become so worthless?!

Lang Wujie felt insulted, deeply insulted.

Seeing Lang Wujie stunned, Xiao Fan laughed: "Lang Wujie, calm down, there's more!"

Xiao Fan took out the ancient painting, wearing a wicked grin.

Originally, Xiao Fan thought the ancient painting would resonate with the Wolf God Battle Blade in Lang Wujie's hand.

But Xiao Fan was wrong; the ancient painting had absolutely no reaction.

"What is this?!" Lang Wujie asked curiously.

"Ahem… it's nothing, you don't have enough Opportunity, so you can't see it." Xiao Fan coughed dryly and put away the ancient painting.

Undoubtedly, the King of Ten Thousand Weapons must not have wanted to make a sound, which was why he didn't let Lang Wujie perceive anything.

"You… where did you get Lord King of Ten Thousand Weapons' divine weapons? Tell me!" Lang Wujie gritted his teeth, greed erupting in his eyes.

Naturally, Lang Wujie did not believe that Xiao Fan and the others were given them by the King of Ten Thousand Weapons.

The King of Ten Thousand Weapons was a figure from the ancient era. After the Ancient Burial Holy Land declined, the King of Ten Thousand Weapons' traces disappeared. How could the King of Ten Thousand Weapons give Xiao Fan and the others divine weapons?!

However, to Lang Wujie's persistent questioning, Xiao Fan and the others only had one sentence.

"It was given by the King of Ten Thousand Weapons!"

"Given by the King of Ten Thousand Weapons!"

"The King of Ten Thousand Weapons is very easygoing! He insisted we take them!"

"…"

Lang Wujie gritted his teeth, so angry he beat his chest and stomped his feet: "You! I'll give you one chance! Give me the Magical Artifacts in your hands! I will spare your lives! Including you!"

Lang Wujie's gaze finally fell on Xiao Fan.

From Lang Wujie's eyes, Xiao Fan saw sincerity.

It seemed as if he really would be spared if he handed over the King of Ten Thousand Weapons' Magical Artifacts.

But it was a pity; Lang Wujie had misjudged his own strength and, even more so, underestimated the strength of Xiao Fan and the others.

"Lang Wujie, do you think you're invincible just because you've reached the Emperor Realm?!" Xiao Qing sneered.

"Invincible? Heh… if I were in the Kongchen Holy Land, I certainly wouldn't dare to say that! But to tell you the truth! In the Divine Gate Secret Realm! I! Lang Wujie am invincible!" Lang Wujie looked arrogant, his body suffused with monstrous domineering aura.

"What gives you such confidence?!" Xiao Xuan asked, puzzled.

"What gives me confidence? The bloodline of my Ancient Wolf Immortal Clan! Once I reach the Emperor Realm! I will undergo a transformation! Heh… I won't waste any more breath on you! I'll only give you three breaths of time! If you agree! Then hand over the Magical Artifacts! If you don't agree! Then don't blame me!"

From Lang Wujie's body, Xiao Fan and the others felt killing intent.

Thick killing intent.

It was just that this matter never had a chance for reconciliation from the very beginning.

"Since you want to fight, then come on." Xiao Fan sneered, loosening his neck.

"Courting death! Then I'll kill you first! And then take away the divine weapons in your hands!" Lang Wujie shouted coldly and charged towards Xiao Fan.

Lang Wujie's speed was extremely fast, and wherever his figure passed, Emperor Dao patterns permeated the air.

In the blink of an eye, Lang Wujie arrived in front of Xiao Fan and the others, erupting with a terrifying aura.