Black-faced Grim Reaper

Lu Ming and Qiu Yue were very fast. In the blink of an eye, they were close to the divine Spirit fruit tree.

Lu Ming stretched out a hand and with a grab, a huge hand condensed and grabbed one of the Holy Spirit fruits, putting it away.

Then, he tried to grab the second one.

"You're looking for death!"

One of the sovereign race's experts shouted and slashed at Lu Ming with his sword.

This was an expert in the great circle of the absolute Saint stage. In the eyes of everyone in the divine wilderness continent, this sword was extremely terrifying. It was completely impossible to resist. Even if they were hit by a sliver of the sword's sharpness, they would be crushed to pieces.

"That brat is dead!"

Someone sneered.

Han Zhong and the other three also shook their heads and sighed.

But the next moment, their eyes almost popped out.