The newcomer had a square, blocky face with thick eyebrows and large eyes.
It was Chen Wu.
Compared to before, Chen Wu now looked utterly wretched. His clothes were torn in several places, and his body was covered in wounds.
"Senior Chen Wu, what became of that Pure Essence Fruit?" one Martial Artist couldn't help but ask, his curiosity piqued.
Chen Wu's expression was ugly. He snorted coldly and said, "A Cyan-Scaled Eagle appeared out of nowhere and snatched it away, the damn beast."
Everyone fell silent. No wonder Chen Wu looked so foul.
A Cyan-Scaled Eagle!
When he heard those three words, a peculiar glint appeared in Ning Jiang's eyes.
'A Cyan-Scaled Eagle? That's a descendant of the Qingtian Roc. I might be able to extract a trace of the Qingtian Roc's bloodline from it…' Ning Jiang mused.
"I'm asking you all, there was another Pure Essence Fruit just now. Who took it?"
Chen Wu's voice interrupted Ning Jiang's thoughts.
One gaze after another turned toward Ning Jiang.
