Everyone was a little stunned. No one had expected the Sword Spirit King to be so eccentric. As an ancient elf who had been trapped for tens of millions of years and had finally escaped, he had not exchanged a single word with Malthus, the Grand Prince, or the others from his era before simply leaving, as if speaking to Malthus and the others had already been doing them a great favor.
Lu Yang picked up the little sword, moved closer to the Grand Prince, and said, "No wonder you two could fight back then. His expression was exactly like yours used to be."
Malthus and the Blazing Demon God could not help snickering, making the Grand Prince roll his eyes and curse, "Get lost. I was aloof, what do you know? I'm going to study secret arts."
Light flashed, and the Grand Prince flew into Lu Yang's body to continue wallowing in embarrassment. Lu Yang, the Blazing Demon God, and Malthus could no longer hold it in and burst into laughter.
After spending so much time together and enduring countless trials of life and death, they had formed a deep friendship. Such jokes were harmless and only made their bond stronger.
"He probably won't speak to us for several days. Forget about him. Let's study the weapons and equipment instead," the Blazing Demon God said eagerly.
Lu Yang nodded and waved his right arm, opening Bandalsburg Prison and taking out a large pile of High God Tier materials.
These had originally been raw materials for top-tier High God Tier weapons and equipment. During the battle on Fire God Island, they had been shattered by the ultimate attacks of the Netherflame Clan and the nine city lords of the Lava Sea.
When the Netherflame Clan merchants auctioned these items, they