This hint of disdain directly pierced the fragile heart of Dongfang Baiyu.
If it weren't for Xia Feng borrowing the power of the Heaven-Burying Sword, an Ancient Divine Artifact, in the Sword Spirit Cave to directly chop off his usual Divine Artifact, would he be using a mere Spiritual Artifact in front of so many people?
The face of the Dongfang Clan was practically thrown away by him.
His chest heaved continuously, as if he was enraged.
All he could think about was catching Xia Feng later and definitely taking the sword-shaped Ancient Divine Artifact from his hand to compensate for the pain of his broken sword.
As for handing over the Ancient Divine Artifact to the Clan Leader after leaving the Secret Realm, Dongfang Baiyu seemed foolish, instinctively ignoring such concerns.
His teeth slightly trembled due to excessive excitement, and his handsome face twisted with jealousy and ferocity.
"You can only show off your eloquence for now."
