"Kid, do you also want to snatch the tree branch?"
The Thunder Saint Heir, blasted away, returned like an undying cockroach, and said to Ye Xuan.
"Seeing you fighting so fiercely over this item, I'm a kind-hearted person, so I'll resolve this grievance for you," Ye Xuan said with a cheerful smile.
"Full of nonsense, aren't you just trying to grab the branch of the Golden Divine Tree?" The Thunder Saint Heir wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered.
Saying it so nicely, plainly, isn't it still just for the branch of the Golden Divine Tree?
The Thunder Saint Heir followed closely behind Ye Xuan, his eyes slightly narrowed, staring intently at Ye Xuan's back, wondering what he was thinking.
Ye Xuan's speed was neither fast nor slow, not in a hurry to rush into the battlefield.
