"Spirit bone!"
Dragon Duke's hand trembled as he held the spirit bone shimmering with dazzling light.
Meng Yiran's lips parted slightly, her gaze fixed on the spirit bone. She was too stunned to think.
He was giving away a spirit bone just like that?
Tang Jiu seemed not to notice the three people's shock. He flicked his fingers and looked at Dragon Duke.
"Chrysanthemum Douluo's spirit bone, more than fifty thousand years old! After absorbing it, your Soul Power will rise by at least two levels. The power of the Peerless Dragon Snake's Martial Soul Fusion Skill will surely increase greatly. For a short time, withstanding a Titled Douluo's attacks shouldn't be a problem."
"When the time comes, with my help, killing a Titled Douluo won't be difficult either!"
Tang Jiu spoke calmly.
"A fifty-thousand-year spirit bone... Young Master, you're giving it to me just like that?" Dragon Duke had not heard a word about killing Titled Douluo.
His mind contained only the spirit bone—fifty-thousand-year, and it was for him.
Like a beggar who had suddenly received a hundred million, his mind had no room for anything else.
They had merely agreed to join the Young Master in opposing Spirit Hall, and he had immediately given him a fifty-thousand-year spirit bone!
This surprise had come far too quickly!
"It's only a spirit bone. Last time, I gave away three at once, including a Torso Bone. This stuff is worthless to me! As long as you're willing to work for me, there'll be plenty of benefits!"
Tang Jiu looked utterly unconcerned. He picked up the tea beside him and took a light sip, as though giving away spirit bones was as ordinary as handing out buns.
Worthless... He had casually given away three... and one of them had even been a