What level of Divine Soldier she couldn't judge, but when Wei Fan was still a Celestial Martial Artist, he should have used that Great Golden Bell to suppress the White Elephant Demon Monarch.
"He has acquired another Divine Soldier!"
She looked again in shock at the Tiger Soul Saber in Wei Fan's hand.
Her grandfather painstakingly refined a Middle-Level Divine Soldier, the Eagle Sword, over several hundred years, and Wei Fan casually took out one.
Fu Shizheng was so struck he couldn't speak for a long time.
Wei Fan looked at him: "What other trump cards do you have, show them all, and I will crush them!"
"..."
Feeling that the Divine Soldier in his hand seemed dim in the presence of a Middle-Level Divine Soldier, Fu Shizheng fell silent again; he had no other trump card.
"Whose disciple are you exactly?"
He raised his head.
